Listening to the music of past
Seemingly I understand it better now
All the words paint a picture of my life
A marble creation with a brake
The music that first saved me
Doing it all over again
Holding my hand
Right till the end
Screams to you
Are whispers of hope to me
You don't understand the words
Because you don't understand how they were written
I understand
I know the pen
That moved along the music sheets
It's was used to write my own story...
It was all in the past
Or so I thought
Because here I am
Listening to the past
All over again
Finally feeling save
Finally feeling free