Like rivers, it flows
Like trees, it grows
Like winter, it snows
Like the wind, it blows.
Sometimes it erupts
Like volcanoes
Or twists and turns
like tornadoes
It fuels the drive
to carry on
The passion
to sing along.
It’s the music in your ears
The drama in your head
It’s the dreams in broad daylight
When you’re far away from your bed.