Music

When I was a young boy I had no aim Neither experience It wasn't a shame Most of the time It satisfied me But one day I realized Music is like a rising sun Time are changing now And memory fades I gaze at the photos A look in the haze You cannot imagine How many friends I've lost It's much too late For calling them back Music is like a sunrise for me It's joyful like a trip in a time machine Music is like a sunrise for me It's like coming home I was always insecure Sometimes I still am But I made up my mind now And look here I stand I ask myself sometimes: Is it all worth it? To fly over mountains Makes you fall down again But music