You have your own song
it carries you towards the stars
You listen with your headset on
feeling every last tune
In all of it there's work
In all of it there's toil
in you there's power
and in you there's laughter
It could be the muse
who helps to create songs
and to show you the way
towards the stars
When the creator of myths
is a newbie feeler(?)
A poor artist is dancing in the clouds
When the touch of the muse grabs his hand
Move and read
write and be able to
change the dust of centuries
into a new world
In all of it there's work
In all of it there's toil
in you there's power
and in you there's laughter
It could be the muse
who helps to create songs
and to show you the way
towards the stars
When the creator of myths
is a newbie feeler(?)
A poor artist is dancing in the clouds
When the touch of the muse grabs his hand
It could be the muse
who helps to create songs
and to show you the way
towards the stars
When the creator of myths
is a newbie feeler(?)
A poor artist is dancing in the clouds
When the touch of the muse grabs his hand
A poor artist is dancing in the clouds
When the touch of the muse grabs his hand