In life there is a beat.
The beat is coming from my soul within.
And with that beat you'll hear a scream.
Coming from my hearts waking dream.
The dream is where my love is found.
My love is tied into knots.
To untie them I can never stop.
If I stop this freight train in my brain,
The music would slowly fade away.
Without music it tears a hole,
Into my body's living soul.
From that hole I start to bleed,
A hidden truth from inside of me.
To see the hidden I need to cry,
Pure, clear tears like a looking glass.
Through the glass that cuts so deep,
It becomes a window to a sea of stars.
They live forever among us.
When the tiny bits of light disappear,
The sun light breaks though all barriers.
Crickets chirp and birds sing,
Natures beautiful song.
Every song needs music.
In usic there is a beat.