What I want
Is to create the
Most perfect chord.
To create an alleluia that reaches
The heavens.
Alleluia, that touches the
Edges of the galaxy,
That soothes the cries of the broken
That have lost their way
Alleluia, reaching the highest heaven
So God can hear the melody
And angels can blend it into
Their own ancient songs
To bring old to new
Like a kiss from a loved one not seen in
So
So
Long
To be ancient, yet new
Rising, falling, like waves in the ocean,
Turbulence, storms bringing tears to even the strongest faces
Remembering what they have done
And lost
And said that can not be taken back
Then smooth as glass
That the seas have tumbled in between
Themselves,
Giving hope to those
Who have trouble finding it
To even help some find
In themselves what they couldn't
Before.
For music is powerful
And wondrously mysterious at times
Telling us things we have to search out
The meaning to
Ourselves.
Having faith in you
To understand what it is saying in
Its beautiful, foreign speech.
The alleluia
The most strange of all.
For it is angel song on earth
That one can only be from heaven to understand
To die to read
Even I would have to wait to see
What it means
But I believe that that
In itself
Is the most gorgeous part
For heaven on earth is music
And music is of heaven
So to hear the alleluia
Of the heavens you must be