I walked the evening to the beat of my heart
Relinquishing the days that tore me apart
The pleasure of being there only for me
Boundless in believing what I could be.
When the Sun had sunk and the moon had risen
The years I wallowed inside my self-absorbed prison
I painted the words in hope my suffering would bleed,
As I argued against all despondency.
A mountain of love, towers over my frame
With a passion ignited in a ball of flames
Beautiful is the sunrise of my mortal soul,
Brighter than the glory days of Rome.
The music in your eyes, is dancing in my heart,
With songs that dazzled the minutes of my past
I looked to the child that taught me to play
The one that nature had so lovingly made.