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The music in Me
My darkest cloud has no silver line
and after the storm, no sun shall shine.
The fragile note shimmers away admist the fog of pain
the last glimps of hope is lost in vain.
Like a sad tear, it runs its course
and I give up,
I give in, with no opposition from the outside force.
Mellow and slow,
not hard or fast, I fall further away within my deepest fear
and like an introduction from the opera, it all becomes so clear.
This is my show, it's time to play my part.
At first it's me and then it's not.
It breaks my heart.
So sad, so cold - the rythm destroys my beat,
my soul cowers in mock defeat.
Raise your fists in unision with your voice
because like a sparkle of hope, I recognise my choice.
Thousand of chances all caught in one horrific gaze
are not lost-just all forgotten in the haze.
I wait under the deepest,darkest covers tonight
and who would question it
but I do and some day I'll make it right.
I got to voice my temptation, I got to sing my song.
Like magic fingers of a violin I must play along.
Mellow and slow
but not hard nor fast, I fall deeper into my deepest fear
and like the introduction at the operas,
it all becomes so clear.
