Hoping this isn't our last dance, after all the music is still playing
My heart is the music box, can you hear what the notes are saying?
Holding you in my arms comes natural just like shadows always follow
Hoping you can hear the sweet chorus & these words that are not hollow
Neither one of us meant to fall, but that didn't stop us from falling head over heels
And though this dance is far from graceful, it's full of passion, love & thrills
The music box plays a soothing sound~ one you're not used to hearing
And I know neither 1 of us knows the exact time, but I hope our time is nearing
Frustration & fear grasp your heart, but the music box melts away your pain
The notes leap like my hopes when you open me, I love to be your cane
For I hope to steady you when you sway & catch you before you fall
Lean on me my friend, I'll gladly be here right beside you through it all
How can you explain how God formed the planets & how your heart found mine
It's true I've fallen into a burning Ring of Fire & I love how for you I Walk the Line
The music box is filled gratitude, after all each time you open it it tends to smile
In the same way when your lips touch mine, all this frustration seems worth while
Who knows when the song will slow to a crawl & then play its final note
All I know is as long my Princess is in the castle, I'm going to be her moat
Many songs will spill out of the box, but this one celebrates when you begun life
No songs will be as sweet to your ear than the one playing when you're my wife!
Copyright John Mark Brooks
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