Feeling the Music
Dead in my arms I see my past before me
The fragile life at hand passing through me
And the broken clocks ticking away
While this life of mine wilts away
But my savior is here, to show me the long road away
My new love, my new life, these new arms, this new mind
My body hurts, my body yearns, my soul taken and soul regained
Take this life and create your own
Take my mind and give it soul
Give me purpose with a new melody
And let me feel the music through my sleep
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