Passion my little fury flame.
A game I played to soon.
I shoved it onto a shelf and told it I had no room.
I thought without it I'd be okay,
but at night I stay awake.
My thoughts is where it stays.
It's such a shame, a waste that I let this little gift drift away in the thundering sea.
So as I lay in bed,
The clock strikes midnight as I watch the passion flee,
it makes a run for it,
it's final escape,
But now as I sit with this musical instrument in my hand,
I realize I lost more than a band,
but a plan,
a place where my soul could speak,
because the music that I once played held every emotion and devotion inside me.
So as I place my friendly flute back beneath my chin where she belongs,
I finally let her play her tune.
So as the world keeps spinning,
the emotions keep winning,
because she is back with me instead of becoming dust on a shelf.
She became a dream of reality,
That is why you should never let a passion die,
because without emotion what is really ever said about you and me?
Would we be wasting away and hurting,
when we could see a dream of possibility?
So reach for that fury of a little flame.
Burns heal,
but time never seems to stop ticking.
So believe in anything and set it free from its cage.
Passion an emotion that runs deep like the sea,
where the waves are crashing,
where both our arms are thrashing for the water to release us,
when really if we would only let it take its hold and be bold,
we might find that the bottom of the sea is where our seeds have been growing.
That this passion could be more than a dream,
but a worldly stage where ever thing gets played.
If only we'd stick our hands into the fire and not think of the consequences.
Like how I was worried that I'd be out of tune with my flute,
but when played it didn't mattered that I changed key,
but that I put the music upon that stand and played,
until my dream became a reality.
Now will you do the same,
because your passion is waiting for you across that fire, that mountain, and that sea.
Stop seeing the things that are stopping you instead think of a way to escape those things,
because anything can be reached if you just dream.
So imagine what puts out the fire, and what gets you over that mountain, and across that sea.
Because without hope your passion means not a thing,
but when you believe you'll fly on high with the birds, and never be disturbed.
Passion means everything,
so reach for your dreams and believe in anything.