A song of me that remained unsung,
Words flew around, desperate to be sung,
The lines of passion soared together,
A rhythm of devotion that lives forever;
When you play the guitar without its strings,
When you fly your eagle without its wings,
that's the time when you are dreaming alone,
And try to soar with the wind that's really gone;
Tears of Heaven fell on the clouds of dream,
No one knows what they really seem,
Dreams are not true, this is what i know,
so don't hold them tight, just let them go;
Feeling the intense Beam of my heartbeat,
A beam of dream, which forced me to meet,
To meet my soul with my passion,
To make me mine in an uncommon fashion;
Electrically my dreams were neutral from the start,
Don't know how, the heaven of me played its part,
took me to the border of unleashed time,
Stole something from me that's really mine;
Listen my dear, don't expect too much,
Just don't long for that soothing touch,
Dreams are wanted,yes,its true,
But the best for you is only you.
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