Fine Wealth For You

It's coming, Not the ship sailing to the docks Bringing merchandise to the folks, No The green grass far away, It seems like mileage I don't know, but it's coming. It's coming Not the rain The clouds turning grey The sounds coming closer and closer erasing the ray. Drop after drop, platter by platter No, despite what the weatherman says, that's not it. It's coming Not the sun turning the sky orange, To one man it's sunrise To the other sunset But still, that's not it. It's coming! Yes, it's coming It's forming, It's taking shape It's beginning to rise to the stage To the spotlight, I see the mob begin to rise, to clap To sing along because they understand They feel it, they know it. They know, it's coming. My music is coming My art takes seat amid the people's heart It hears the claps, the cheers, the smiles Yes, I said it coming The liberation of the art in my heart. Yes, it's comi