Watch the shooting star!
Descending from the sky
Hurtling through time and space
Messenger of a kingdom far
The tear as heaven might cry
For a world that's lost its place
Watch the falling rain!
How it crashes, countless
Collisions awakening the earth
Washing away all pain
The redemption boundless
Cleansed in this blessed rebirth
Listen to the wind blow!
Calling, howling refrain
Slipping through the break
In the facade that we know
Like the moon will wax and wane
It erodes all sorrow, all mistakes
Listen to the voices!
Their unison, such unison
Pulling at your heartstrings
Blurring out all other noises
That tear at our elation
Listen! Listen as they sing!
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.