That feeling you get
When you're a part
Of something so good
Inside, it's what I crave
So please hear me?
Could I join the game
Or is it already full?
More people aren't welcome
Perhaps next time I may
Again my company is all I have
Not much, I know, but it'll do
Yet I still just want to be included
[Three's a crowd. What's four?]
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.