Es asombroso como ciertas composiciones tienen tanto en común con algunos casos de la vida real (creo que nosotros les damos el sentido que mejor nos gusta) sin embargo, el que la más pura coincidencia por parte de un total desconocido pueda ser adaptada a hechos acaecidos similarmente, (en mi opinión) representa una cualidad digna de un buen compositor. La música que escucho tiene en su totalidad algo que me identifica de algún modo, por eso insisto en la publicación de obras pertenecientes a otros famosos autores ya que además de brindarme un especial placer y de poder comunicar lo que siento a otras (otra jeje) persona (s) en algunos casos también sirve de consejo y guía a seguir. Demás está decir que no pretendo robar crédito alguno sobre éste y ningún otro escrito que publique.

Blind Guardian.

"The Wolf and The Phoenix" (original name: 6 degrees of inner turbulence)

She can't stop pacing

She never felt so alive

Her thoughts are racing

Set on overdrive

It takes a village

This she knows is true

they're expecting her

And she's got work to do

He helplessly stands by

It's meaningless to try

As he rubs his red-rimmed eyes

He says I've never seen her get this bad

Even though she seems so high

He knows that she can't fly

and when she falls out of the sky

He'll be standing by

She was raised in a small midwestern town

By a charming and eccentric loving father

She was praised as the perfect teenage girl

And everyone thought highly of her

And she tried everyday

With endless drive

To make the grade

Then one day

She woke up to find

The perfect girl

Had lost her mind

Once barely taking a break

Now she sleeps the days away

She helplessly stands by

It's meaningless to try

All she wants to do is cry

No one ever knew she was so sad

Cause even though she gets so high

And thinks that she can fly

She will fall out of the sky

But in the face of misery

She found hopefulness

Feeling better

She had weathered

This depression

Much to her advantage

She resumed her frantic pace

Boundless power

Midnight hour

She enjoyed the race.

He seemed no different from the rest

Just a healthy normal boy

His mama always did her best

And he was daddy's pride and joy

He learned to walk and talk on time

But never cared much to be held

and steadily he would decline

Into his solitary shell

As a boy he was considered somewhat odd

Kept to himself most of the time

He would daydream in and out of his own world

but in every other way he was fine

He's a Monday morning lunatic (Moony?)

Disturbed from time to time

Lost within himself

In his solitary shell

A temporary catatonic

Madman on occasion

When will he break out

Of his solitary shell??

He struggled to get through his day

He was helplessly behind

He poured himself onto the page

Writing for hours at a time

As a man he was a danger to himself

Fearful and sad most of the time

He was drifting in and out of sanity

But in every other way he was fine

He's a Monday morning lunatic

Disturbed from time to time

Lost within himself

In his solitary shell

A momentary maniac

With casual delusions

When will he be let out

Of his solitary shell??

"Rebirth from the ashes"

I'm alive again

The darkness far behind me

I'm invincible

Despair will never find me

I feel strong

I've got a new sense of elation

Boundless energy

Euphoria fixation

Still it's hard to just get by

It seems so meaningless to try

When all I want to do is cry

Who would ever know I felt so sad

Even though I get so high

I know that I will never fly

And when I fall out of the sky

Who'll be standing by

Will you be standing by?

I'm sure you won't.
By John Petrucci.