The soft beats rumble through the air around me as I focus not on my work but on the words shouted at me via the sound waves dancing through the little white cord and into my brain.
It ensnares my whole being and pushes me into another world without sights, just sounds. I move and dance as this new world showers me in lyrics that sooth and heal cracks within me.
I live to love the words spoken from someone I will most likely never meet. Stealing lines and calling them my own. If you would only just let me carry a tune at least once, I would play a song that would shatter the sky.
When will it be my time to shine? I want to be a hero, I want to sing the last song of the night. I want to shout it to the moon and have it come right back to me from across the vastness of space. I want to sing so loud that I give birth to a star that will forever reverberate the meaning of my song.
I want to write words that people die for, that people strive to admit to. I want that violin to play for me and only me, call in the guards because this trumpet blows a song for Ben. I want to remove the ability to hate myself so that I can remember what it was like to sing freely and happily like the child that never existed within me.
I want to sit on that front porch with the love of my life; a lemonade in my hand, while she sings softly to me. I want to cry because I care so much and can feel the love within her voice. She will be my muse and my instrument.
These things are not for me, but I can dream this dream. I will never let it go and I will forever strive to make these things real. That star will be mine.
It ensnares my whole being and pushes me into another world without sights, just sounds. I move and dance as this new world showers me in lyrics that sooth and heal cracks within me.
I live to love the words spoken from someone I will most likely never meet. Stealing lines and calling them my own. If you would only just let me carry a tune at least once, I would play a song that would shatter the sky.
When will it be my time to shine? I want to be a hero, I want to sing the last song of the night. I want to shout it to the moon and have it come right back to me from across the vastness of space. I want to sing so loud that I give birth to a star that will forever reverberate the meaning of my song.
I want to write words that people die for, that people strive to admit to. I want that violin to play for me and only me, call in the guards because this trumpet blows a song for Ben. I want to remove the ability to hate myself so that I can remember what it was like to sing freely and happily like the child that never existed within me.
I want to sit on that front porch with the love of my life; a lemonade in my hand, while she sings softly to me. I want to cry because I care so much and can feel the love within her voice. She will be my muse and my instrument.
These things are not for me, but I can dream this dream. I will never let it go and I will forever strive to make these things real. That star will be mine.