MICHAEL'S SONG

Lyric written for a friend who is a musician who lost his way from his passions.

A life of living colors on the walls

Dreams painted in bright wishes on the shelf

Life’s dusty knees from one too many falls

Somehow, somewhere in time I lost myself

 

It’s easy to excuse a choice not made

When purpose seems to shift to other things

Until I start to feel the price I paid

I’ll never know what colors wonder brings

 

What happens when I make the abstract clear

When all the reasons not to disappear                CHORUS

It’s not too late to paint what seasons stole

The choice is there imprinted on my soul

 

Je mérite d'être quel destin a choisi                  

I deserve to be what destiny chose

 

I’m leaving in the ashes fear and doubt

And wishing through the window from inside

It’s time to let my inner music out

And paint a path in colors not yet tried

 

It calls, I long, it pulls, I try again

I fall, it lifts, I rise, it asks for more

It needs, I give, it waits, I wonder when

I will, it knows, I need, it keeps the score

 

CHORUS

 

I see it grow within the life I made

My precious son, his gift, a gift from me

Why my belief in him has never swayed

Yet my belief in me is not so free

 

If actions speak a thousand words from me

I’ll show him how to make a dream be real

Life is more than what we have or see

It’s how we choose to make another feel.

 

Je mérite d'être quel destin a choisi                  

I deserve to be what destiny chose

 

What happens when I make the abstract clear

When all the reasons not to disappear               

It’s now that I will paint what seasons stole

It’s music to be written on my soul

Author's Note

If you would like to collaborate on the music part, please let me know.