Chasing a Song

You are late. Where have you been, my dear? You look tired and worried I haven’t seen you for long. So where have you been? You’re my fortress in chaos I need you here I’m just wasted. Don’t mean to be mean, my dear Words don’t come to me without you. No music, no magic, no poetry No lust for life, no jealousy I’m deaf and mute it’s sad but true All words are said. Nothing’s new It’s not about me. You’ve emptied yourself You gave yourself out – a caring elf You wasted emotions and got no return A hole in your soul with nothing to burn Go out and refill. Get out of your shelf I know about this. I’ve walked for so long With that hole in my soul chasing a song I’ve left all around to set myself free To pursue this song to come to me And all I did turned out to be wrong This song you are chasing is the song of your life Anger and sadness will only deprive you From filling your soul with the lightness it takes To sing This song is not out there; it’s were it grew Songs grow in souls, your song is in you Once you start living again it awakes To swing From loss we must raise. We’ll be old and new There’s nothing to chase. The song grows in you This song grows in you This song you are chasing is the song of your life Anger and sadness will only deprive you From filling your soul with the lightness it takes To sing This song is not out there; it’s were it grew Songs grow in souls, your song is in you Once you start living again it awakes To swing Once you start living again it awakes to cling Our soul is a very demanding and complex thing