What’s your song? You know what I’m talking about. Your song. The song that lives inside of you. The song that you sing secretly when nobody is listening. The song you sing in the shower. The song that you know you sing good. (Who cares what the rest of the world says.)
Titanic is your song, the song that embraces you, that you will always hug near and dear to your dreams, your visions, your aspirations… your realities, your life… Real good, that’s the way you sing this song… Really good.. You own this song, it’s yours…
Hey. There’s a place for you. Karaoke, it’s called. But first, get your computer, and search the internet until you find it, your song. The one you want to sing. And practice, at home. Sing your song.
Just you. All alone. Sing it like you mean it. Sing it like it’s the last thing you’re ever gonna do on this planet.
Sing it with your boyfriend. Sing it with your girlfriend. Sing it like you’re on the Titanic. You’re Rose, and he’s Jack.
Spread you’re arms out. Wider. You’re on the bow of the Titanic. The wind flows gently into your hair, and Jack spreads your arms out wide. Oh, you feel so light you could fly.
Now you’ve got the feeling. Sing it. Sing your song. Lift your voice to the summer breeze, and fill the wind with the marvelous melody of your song.
Every night in my dreams
I see you I feel you
That is how i know
You go on…
A connectivist sings of love…