Dark is the night Dark are my dreams I can't see how I can mend my wounded soul My frantic search for peace My burning thirst for love I am lost in this maze Is hate the only way out? I need a ray of hope I need a sense of calm I am waiting for a new day I am waiting for the dawn I walk in the wake Of my broken fate Deceived, disgraced Disturbed, disfigured I am at the crossroad I dread making a choice I wish my fate could unfold Like my feelings; quote, unquote I need a ray of hope I need a sense of calm I am waiting for a new day I am waiting for the dawn I don't know why I feel I am destined to fail For every time I fail, I feel My passion to triumph prevail The peace I am longing for Is so near, yet so far Hell yeah I am potent 'n tough To chase my fate far enough Bygone are the dark cold nights I feel invincible again Yet, here I am, in flesh and blood To face a new day 'n to fail again!
"There are lots of different definitions of the word 'music', some more poetic than practical. For example, William Shakespeare called music the 'food of love', George Bernard Shaw called music the 'brandy of the damned', and Gottfried Wilhelm Leibnitz called it 'sounding mathematics'" - a quote from the book "A Complete Idiot's Guide to Music Theory, Second Edition" by Michael Miller.