To take away my dance
You take my feet with it
But I'll still live on
To take away my art
You take my hands with it
And still, I'll live on
But to take away my music
Is a crime I can't forgive
For you take my soul with it
And all my reasons to live
Never underestimate
The power of the chords
That ring from heart to heart
And wrench the hearts of all
Just sway to the harmony
The blessed, melting melody
Creation of a symphony
From within you. Within me
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.