Every morning, at the hour when you've finally given up closing your eyes,
You hold on to a strong desire to keep moving forward with fervency.
But you're drifting away
In this massive ocean of self-inflicted
Chaos and uncertainty.
The crashing waves hit you as you hope for a second chance,
Seducing you with desire to take refuge at the Devil's Dance.
You get up to face the world, but still fear the raging storms are near,
Abruptly interrupting the soothing, melancholic
Four chords of your painful, irrevocable verse,
Prose, song, prayer
Of your heartbreak.
It's easy to take refuge in some other time,
But you know better.
Time is not in anyone's hands.
So you move forward,
Despite the wind over water
Holding you back
Further away from where you want to go.
Still you move forward with fervency.
Maybe when you reach the shore,
You'll find it again -
The perfect blend of fortune and prosperity,
Dreams not elusive, but within reach.
The warm morning sun prickling
Like gentle kisses on your cheeks,
Bringing light in your heart again,
So you can sing the songs that make me smile
And play your guitar without the guilt.