I look ahead at grey feathered clouds
I must find my way to understand
The tide sweeps away my footsteps
Today has not gone as I planned
Going nowhere, to that place where my fate is crossing with grace
Where is that sound
That lifts me away from the ground
Through the gate I’m entering a court
The air is warm and roses bloom
The path is clear while my strides are getting short
My mind and body ready to resume
Going nowhere, to that special place where my fate is crossing with grace
“Where” IS the magic
That would free me from this round
Where is the music
Here I am neither lost nor found
The silence will be fill with some strings
Another dance to free the soul
The haze from the aura that swings
I see figures yet they are not in control
Going nowhere, to a special place where my fate is crossing with grace
Where is the magic
Here I am neither lost nor found
Where is the music
That would lift me away from this ground
Where is the magic
That would free me away from this round
Where is the music
Here I am neither lost nor found