Pied. No Pied.

If that magic flute Would play 
that charming song of yours
I Could not hesitate but say 
you go ahead and lead the way

The sweet aroma flowing out
Has filled my head with dreams
The balance does not tip for stats
In this space if you sing

I see it standing still between the odds, 
she cannot tell Whether the path leads up 
to heaven or it spirals down to hell 
it is on us to take the risk today

we shall commit to walk the path, 
and sail the way. should oceans 
be in our way, just reach out for my hand
I’ll prop your shoulders then

And if the storms will takes us down
We might just fall with broken bones
But we’ll not bend to scary thoughts 
of winds, and waves or debris rocks 

We’ll stand the scorching days 
and freezing nights and if we are  in need to light 
we’ll burn our hope on altars 
to warm up our bodies and our souls

And if the gods agree with us
We’ll bloom like flowers
sending shoots to sing with angels
joyful, hopefull hosannas 

Here and there along the path
We will raise and spin in circles 
like the planets - trying 
to revolutionize their dance

We'll do it even though we've learned
there is no end to our problems
joys and pains;  There is just music
And the will to dance.