When The Music Peaks-
There is this place that I go when the music peaks
Where many have entered and few wish to leave
A place where cares fall behind the lids of my eyes
And the noise in the room is out of focus but beautiful
There is a door that opens to a world of reprieve
With a smile and a pardon and a moment to be free
In this place Im given wings to soar over death
And a peace that I may love till there is nothing left
My escape to this place is cursed with concision
But my return is life with a much clearer vision
I was made for this world where there is strength for the weak
And I was born to live forever where the music peaks
"Kleetus take the reel"
