There was no one stronger
Not in my world, anyway
No one who would live longer
Watch out for me everyday
Hold my hand when I cried
Make me laugh when I fell
Set me straight all this while
Have my back, never tell
We spent so many days
Just wasting our sweet time
Always found so many ways
To make most of the sunshine
Fight? Yes we did, of course
But that's brotherhood for you
Between us there's a force
Unbreakable, believe it's true
So now I sit here beside you
In this steel chair all alone
Waiting for you to wake up soon
Hoping that you can come home
I'll sit here beside you
So long spent here all alone
Waiting for you to get up soon
Because I need you back home
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.