Sometimes I ask What's the point, what's the reason? And what I answer depends on the season In winter it's warmth, and in summer it's joy But there is this thing that I keep coming back to My whole life this one thing was true
With the code and the notes With the songs and the rhymes With machines I make run And the bell that chimes I've known all along that my soul inclines To create what's of use To create what's of beauty Until my sun sets that's my song and my story
I close my eyes and breathe The voice tells me to let it all go now I made it here, I made it this far A cause for celebration Although each moment seems so certain It is really an unknown quantity for all of us
So be here, rest a while For this is not promised That you can breathe Minutes pass in breathing And then the first note chimes
The symphony begins
A pinprick of light begins to form in my chest It begins to fill my body I want to rest here forever The grandure of all the things I can have ...