The music from our soul

When every little thing has gone
when we are alone with our soul
where nobody else but us can see, can feel, can resolve
there is that place of us, to dream, to feel, to fly

Take a big breath and close your eyes
feel the energy alive, listen all words and no one
at the same time... fly with your mind

We search for love in this life
and we're loosing loves at every time and can't realize
there is so much to take from outside
that we are not able to watch we have inside

Learning to fly is that old song
but we still can't do it with our souls
we need the death to feel but is so late...

Maybe one day the monkey will learn
that all the others souls can feel, can see, can fall in love again and again
That day the monkey will live alive in peace and joy with everybody else
The music be with you my friend