The Music

You seem tired and worn out,
and time has stolen my intelligence.
Hand in hand if we look about,
I’m sure we’ll find our innocence.

With past as our base,
our present, we have to nurture.
In my eyes if you gaze,
you’ll get a glimpse of your future.

You need more courage than some trust,
I can’t help, if I seem stubborn.
I want more than to quench your thirst.
you gave me pride I can’t return.

Make me a home up in the skies,
turn me into your shining star.
Take me away from judging eyes,
where pointing fingers are afar.

You’ll never regret nor repent
my rhythm won’t stop once I start.
With your body as my instrument,
I’ll make music to sooth your heart.