Maestro hand me my conducting baton.
to carve away at the music I long to hear.
my friend accompany me to an ocean of calm.
and leave behind my sense of fear.
I am a born performer,
for I am too impatient for art
but patient enough to listen
as someone pours out there heart.
oh I am sick of asking forgiveness.
it's surely become second nature
and I feel bad for terrible things
and I'm completely void of future
but only for the moment surely
I was sorry I wasn't good enough
but I'll never do that again my love
you taught me better. Now I'm tough
not as strong as you my love.
one day I hope I may be strong
but I love that I feel safe by you
I've needed that so long.
I don't think I'll ever forget you.
how ever many memories gone
I'll still keep your face in the fog
and always listen to that song
it's the lullaby I wrote for you.
I am no maestro but
I tried my hand at it for you