A song starts with an idea,
So did I
A song starts with a single thought,
So too did I
...
My heart grows weary,
Of this relentless onslaught.
I grow weak,
And lose confidence.
...
Moonhigh is here, and so is light
I wish I had stayed with you
For it is you I long for
...
As Will I
A song starts with an idea,
So did I
A song starts with a single thought,
So too did I
A song becomes familiar
As I mature slowly
A song remains that same, no matter how many times you play it
I change.
A song slowly becomes forgotten
As I will in my old age.
A song may never be heard from again
As I may be when I am gone.