when i pause long enough to listen i hear noise rather than music in my soul. the chords of my heart strain to find the first harmony. it's there, somewhere in my distant memories, i hear snatches of it sometimes in the silences, in the corners, on the outskirts of my dreams. but my days are so busy and my moments are all so heavy, that they pull my hope down again into minor key. is harmony even possible anymore in this out of whack, out of tune world?
lead me into the music again. show me where the breeze of your harmony blows. for only with your help will i ever be part of the original song again.