In the distance
Someone is calling
Listen
They are calling your name
Run
Run until you can’t go any farther,
Run until your feet leave the ground and you can fly.
Flit like a hummingbird
Soar like an eagle
And as you fall
Your golden wings melt
Into the sea
It catches you
And wraps you up in its arms
Safety
In the distance
Someone is calling
But they are not calling your name
You can stay and rest
Beauty is something that is thought, to be perceived, must be seen. It is one of the many
fleeting treasures of our planet, and sooner or later we lose sight of the beauty in our own lives.
But there is always something that will bring you back around, and you don’t have to see it to
believe it. A feeling of calm greets you once you begin your journey, you can tell by the bright
and beautiful brass that you have been successful, a mixture of gold and the very honorable
purple fill your mind. It is as if you can see its beauty, but your eyes are closed. The miracle of
sound must be held near, for it too, can fade. Take haste young squire, the world awaits, but
when there is no beauty left around, just listen for the sound.
Glorious music fills the air
With gold and white colors, here and there.
I feel happy, I feel proud
Not just me, but also the crowd.
It’s an honor to be here today,
To watch the band come and play.
I imagine blue fireworks exploding in the air,
Everything is balanced, beautiful and beyond compare.