The Message

The message is clear and to this you must press upon your ear and hear
The inner most mechanical workings of a single organ that predicts the very outcome of your fate
But you cannot hear it's music if you continue to misread the notes and focus on your mistakes
It is a sweet song of passion that aches through an old spanish guitar's chords
The dance is wild and free and has no accord for rules
It simply recognizes life's very few colorful hues
Your wisdom fails here but your senses are awake in a world never before discovered
The message is clear and it is you, dear words, that gave birth to it's mother
The message is clear and it is you, dear tears, that has made it stronger
Will you continue to ignore this song and focus on the black and white corners of this uninspiring world
You yourself carry a love song that makes the earth curl at your feet
Until you release these fears of defeat...
Your song will never be complete and You and I will never meet.