I dream of a place far away,
Which would echo with the tunes I adore.
Far from the reaches of anger and foul play,
Far from the clutches of terror and gore.
Where the strumming on the acoustic guitar
Would make my heart pine for more.
The sensational flute solos not too far
Would caress me and mesmerize me to the core.
Where the slow beats of the drumsticks on the cymbals
Would keep my tapping feet rhythmic.
And the aura filled with clear and soothing vocals
Would break the melancholy and fill the soul with music.
It would make me forget everything.
It would keep my blood flowing.
It would cast a beautiful spell,
It would take me away from this hell.