The Magician

by thefireinmeisJC

Published February 17, 2009

In Poetry and Lyrics

Tell me if I'm a hopeless attempt at being a songwriter : - )

Verse 1
They say to never give up
But you know it’s not so easy
They say to live life to the fullest
But the damage is already done
Your life is a cycle, yearning to be broken
You say, kneeling on the ground
Won’t you help me please?
Crying in the dark

Chorus
Then you see the magician
Standing alone and majestic
You see him, while you are desperate and all
You know it might be risky
But you take the chance, even if you fall
He says hokus pokus
And turns your tears into roses

Verse 2
They say to be happy with what you got
But there’s something fishy about it all
They say to be adventurous
But maybe your adventure was too much
Your mind goes back to that first night when you said
Kneeling on the ground
Won’t you help me please?
Crying in the dark

Chorus

He says you will not be harmed
But the pain is creeping back inside
He says to stay with him
He’ll be your guide
You lean back in his arms
And close your eyes

Chorus

Bridge
But the roses have dried out
But the roses have dried out
You need something
That’s not as temporary
Won’t you help me please?
Kneeling on the ground
Crying in the dark

Then you see the magician
Standing alone and majestic
You see him, while you are desperate and all
You know it might be risky
And you don’t take the chance

Comments & reviews · 1
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PhoenixBishop
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PhoenixBishop wrote a review Review · Feb 17, 2009

I think it was really good. As a song what kind of accompaniment do you use for it. As it's written I say you have to be careful on how you approach it when it comes to singing. My only real criticism is the last line, it doesn't some up the song it kind of is left hanging. This is really good though. I like the juxtaposition of magician and majestic in the second stanza.



You are going to love some of your characters because they are you, or some facet of you, and you are going to hate some characters for the same reason.
— Anne Lamott