Verse:
If I were to catch the music,
Let it flow like water in my hands,
And if I were to hold the melody,
Could it be the world would truly understand?
Verse:
If I were to know the lyrics,
To the song that’s lost deep inside my heart,
And if I were to play the tune on ivories,
Could it be that what I’ve dreamed could really start?
Chorus:
I hear a voice echoing (echoing)
Far away yet closer than it seems.
Like angels calling from the heavens,
Like whispers waking me from dreams.
I hear a choir singing and singing and,
Not one voice but all of them (all of them),
Here I am I’m listening to you now,
Help me get this out somehow….
Verse:
If I were to write the notes down,
On bars and lines and measures on a page,
And if I were to change the major key,
Would it matter if the notes were rearranged?
Chorus:
I hear a voice echoing (echoing),
Far away, yet closer than it seams.
Like angels calling from the heavens,
Like whispers waking me from dreams.
I hear a choir singing and singing and,
Not one voice but all of them (all of them),
Here I am I’m listening to you now,
Help me get this out somehow….
Bridge:
I hear the strings in symphonies (symphonies),
Ringing out as if they know the way,
But right now all I have in front of me,
an empty pen as I stare at a blank page.
(Orchestra Builds)
Closing chorus: (calm, majestic)
I hear a voice echoing (echoing),
Far away, yet closer than it seams.
Like angels calling from the heavens,
Like whispers waking me from dreams.
I hear the song echoing (echoing),
I almost know what It wants to say.
I no longer sit here with an empty pen,
I no longer stare at a blank page.
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