The Music Box (feat. Renan Zonta)

He's still waiting for the morning As he sits there in the dark He is tired and he's hurting But he's still alright to smile Though he's broken, he's still breathing And he's not planning to give up For he's traveled far too long now Just to fall one step from the finish line Time after time He played the same old song With his one and only friend, the music box That melody Worn and tattered, torn and battered Still so beautiful He was fighting for wrong reasons And in the end he was left with only pain The dust had landed, war was over All was lost and nothing gained It's not easy to seize the moment When you're not quite sure where you belong But the sleeper has now awakened And he remembers everything The melody, the song he used to sing The answer lies within He's tried so many times and Lord knows That we love to see our heroes fall The nights have grown so long The beggar's crown grew heavier As the days they wore him down Tired old man with his heart in hand remembers The sound that he once loved The music box is still his sole companion Though fractured and broken For so long he has lived a lie but no more He won't be remembered As someone who he never wished to be And this tired old man is me He puts his coat on, takes one last look Shuts the door and walks away So, turn the lights on, close the curtain The clown has left the stage Sun's still shining, children laughing You could think that really nothing's changed But look closer, in the corner An empty chair and on the table Playing alone the wooden music box My sole companion For so long I have lived a lie but no more So please remember The tired old man with his heart in hand has now gone The sound that I once loved My music box still playing in the dark In the dark