Music - Masterplan

When I was a young boy

I had no aim

Neither experience

It wasn’t a shame

Most of the time

It satisfied me

But one day I realised

Music is like a rising sun

Time are changing now

And memory fades

I gaze at the photos

A look in the haze

You cannot imagine

How many friends I’ve lost

It’s much too late

For calling them back

Music is like a sunrise for me

It’s joyful like a trip in a time machine

Music is like a sunrise for me

It’s like coming home

I was always insecure

Sometimes I still am

But I made up my mind now

And look here I stand

I ask myself sometimes:

Is it all worth it?

To fly over mountains

Makes you fall down again

But music is like a sunrise for me

It’s joyful like a trip in a time machine

Music is like a sunrise for me

It’s like coming home