White Day's Bright Night's (House of Oz)

still sits the light high there beyond the window silence waits for a song heard in a color cresendo what meets my eyes today wont see tomorrow sand drapes the past in a beach of sorrow will i learn from my mistakes will i understand them is there an answer waiting with a mind to hand them straight down the golden road no heart in a tin man no king for a throne thoughts scatter like straw against the wind do i know where im going do i know where i've been signs of confusion when man designed the word every meaning was different with every hear that heard definition and design lie at the center of the soul onward here i am aline if my purpose is to live then the journey I'll survive free guilt from a conscious another mans answer is the cause if a realm of eternal choices every choice is a path to oz path to oz strang king coming down from his mountain he had a vision of the stars and wrote a book about them a curious man stares out the window hope in a curious heart heard in a color crescendo