Beautiful music brings me to imaginary lands,
I try to reach the visions with my hands.
The night is dark but there is hope.
One will bring this cold heart warmth.
It will know it true. It will let it deep.
With no fear coming along with it.
It will take it places it has never been.
It will see faces it has never seen.
Irresistible passion will make it sin.
But at the end, the love will win.
Fights with fears will creep the night.
But the heart will be safe as long as there is light.
It will wonder. It will seek.
It will grow out of being weak.