Bring it on

Is there a rhythmical chant to beat?
Is there a whimsical tune bittersweet?
A sage’s charm revealing the paths we choose

Is there a mystical school for fools?
Is there a mythical tool made for rules
A prayer or psalm for healing a heart with the blues

Thoughts with no words are they right are they wrong
Shadow the edge of my mind
How to explain what my heart might have done
I don’t know, what I’ll lose
Or I’ll find
OK, bring it on

Bring it on bring it on
Let the magical dance take me over
In a fanciful trance I’ll grow older

Bring it on bring it on
Let the magical dance take me over
I won’t even glance over my shoulder

Is there a man with my pulse in his skin?
In the same tempo as mine
Feeding the hunger lust raging within
I don’t know, what I’ll lose
Or I’ll find

So bring it on Bring it on
Let the magical dance take me over
In a fanciful trance I’ll grow older

Bring it on bring it on
Let the magical dance take me over
I won’t even glance over my shoulder

© Liz Fletcher