Inner HeartThe wind in the treesThe sun on the fieldsAll of these thingsCall to my inner heartThey say "run"They say "fly"They say "live"So I can break from my chainsThe world keeps me boundThe sky keeps me downNone of these peopleCan see my inner heartThey say "stop"They say "obey"They say "die"And keep me bound in my chainsIn my inner heartThere is a worldWhere I am freeAnd there is no painThe wolves run the plainsThe dragons fly the skiesAll of them withinWhere I have no chainsThey say "love"They say "laugh"They say "believe"And with them I am free….
Pianist of FateSee the white haired boy thereSitting at the pianoHis fingers dance across the keysSweet music in the airBut do not touch the poor boy thereHe is but a toolA puppet pulled by strings of fateHis life forfeit, unfairWill no one watch the poor boy playThis melody of wasteHis heart and soul poured out in songYet locked awayHis ceaseless pain kept out of sight(Will no one save him)While he plays his songs for people's joy(His painful plight)Oh look at him now, the song is overNo applause for a boyThe puppet stays, poised over the keysTo the end, a martyrThe people leave, but he remainsThe music eternalHi
Sta.sh
