The Masters Call

Old songs take you back in time, years ago just a day. Life is possibilities, like the sun and its ray. We had youth and ran with it, the right time and right place. Two people caught in love's grip, wearing leather and lace. After a lifetime of years, and all the things we've seen. I'm starting to wonder now, maybe life is a dream. The spirit is made of light, but the body must fall. And though we don't want to go, we heed the master's call. Just like cinderella did, midnight at the ball.