My first thing, it is kind of cruddy. |
The beat of your drumm Masks my pain Each rhythm that graces my ears Hold me tightly and penetrates my thoughts Yet when I leave I fall back down Where will I go? Where will I be? Who am I to stand here and listen to the angels song Instruments whisper in my ear To stand and watch as all the people go by and seethe And how they blend together How they hold each other in reprieve I want to be a part of your symphony I want to go and see the sky filled with your soul I want to fly away with the notes that you carry Ohhh, Where will I go? Where will I be? Who am I to stand in a presence of serenity? Your heart is pure The sting you cause rips through my soul The world doesn't know The movements of your entity The heart that you put in your brevity Lift me up from my pedestal And hold me high with the music So, Where will I go? Where will I be? Who am I to stand peacefully? I have seen tremors that rake the earth I have felt the sky crumble at your great voice So utterly profound I don't know where to go Or how to get there All I know is that the souls are held together By the movements of your orchestra. .....Where will I go? .....Where will I be? .....Who am I? |