The First Movement

There's a voice in the wind so familiar it sings him to sleep

and yet it's melody's so terribly empty

So the boy drops his pin and wind section instruments cling to the beat

and now together they ascend to an ending

It was a beautiful song, the first of many to come

But meant the start of a bond, precious only to one

But the question remained and it plagued the boy's conscience for days

Who was this beautiful voice he kept hearing?

So he sat and he waited so patiently

Aching to say that it was of her he'd been dreaming

It was a beautiful song, the first of many to come

But meant the start of a bond, precious only to one

Patience, for she's heard you and it's only a matter of time

She's on her way to come get you and you're going to be just fine

She pulled up at the street lights

Get in we're going for a ride

The walk's too long, you'll get there in half the time if you take a seat on the shotgun side

She's in the palm of your hand

It was a beautiful song, the first of many to come

But meant the start of a bond, precious only to one

He sat and he gazed to the driver's seat, somehow afraid

Now it's the chance you've been waiting

Come now boy, at some point you would have to be brave

You should trust in yourself at least once in a while

if not today

And now she's driving in circles

She's in the palm of your hand

It's now. Don't skip on your chance

It's time. Don't skip on your chance

But what the future holds no one knows