Lisa's Song

I was wondering why we must suffer the demons from our past They fly at your visions, and will steal them from your grasp You stand in my demon's path, ward off his claws with a laugh You capture the moment and the meaning with a laugh While I struggle through the gate, calling for you to wait Soon the future will bring us a close to the present, and bring us past Even the most skilled magician cannot capture the moments as they pass You have what the magician lacks, you capture the moments with a laugh You capture the moment, and the meaning with a laugh While I struggle through the gate, calling for you to wait