Even tho I traveled far The door to my soul stayed ajar In the agony of mortal fear Your music I did not hear Thru twisting roads in memory lane I bore my cross in pain It was a journey of madness Of anguish born in sadness I wandered high and low Recoiled from every blow Looking for that stolen nectar In my heart that long-lost scepter In all those haunted faces I searched for my oasis In a way it was in a drunken craze A cruel hysteria, a blurry haze Many a time I tried to break This shadow following me I could not shake Many a time in the noisy crowd In the hustle and bustle of the din so loud I peered behind to see its trace I could not lose it in any place It was only when I broke all ties After the stillness of the shrieking cries In the depths of those heaving sighs The imagined sorrow of a thousand lies I suddenly stared in your fiery eyes All at once I found my goal The elusive shadow was my soul. © 1992 Michael Joseph Jackson - Dancing The Dream
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