As the piano softly plays
I can feel your truth come to power,
Oh sweet butterfly...
Do you hear the words of Shakespeare
Reincarnated?
For I swear he is a black man
On the corner;
Oh the way you trigger the masses
It feels like a flower
That forever blooms,
And I want to be that flower
In your corner
And there is so much love in the air
Floating like stars in treason
And we feel
As the truth collides
With other truths,
Behold the black Shakespeare
Reincarnated...
Is there a possibility you may be blackballed
Again?
For when the truth comes to power,
Does the flower forever stand?
Or does it bloom in stormy weather?
I shall no longer play pretend.
For I am forever hanging in this dream
With you...
Do you understand the concept of this play?
For many violins play
Yet who is the villain?
I love you forevermore
In this hanging dream I have,
What utter mischief will you get me into
This time?
Forever floating
Like stars in treason...you and I
Am I in love
With the idea
Of a dream,
Or am I in love
With the possibility
Of meeting my match
Someday?
One never knows in this life...