Rogel Winter was gifted with a voice that reflected his heart: warm, deep and big. He loved performing, he loved music, he always sang: anytime, anywhere, and u
This is the story of a young teenage boy who suffers from schizophrenia. I wrote it after I took him to see the ancient Inca geoglyphs in the Nazca desert of southern Peru.
Lyrics
There is a land
An ancient land
Where the mirror has two faces
Behind the mask
To face the task
Seeing different places
Where we can’t go
And we don’t know
How to travel to this land and cross the border
How to mold the violent chaos into order
How to reach that land
How to tell them
How to make them understand
How to take my outstretched hand
If only I could reach that land
CHORUS:
Dance little stranger
Dance the desert night
Just like the ageless silent birds
Caught in eternal flight
How you love those birds
Etched in the desert’s blanket
Like meaningless words
How you love those birds
There’s a boy
A silent boy
Living in a land of dangers
A heart of gold
A face so cold
Always in the company of strangers
I see him there
But he’s not aware
Of the love that could save him from his demons
Of the doors that could lead him to his freedom
How to reach that boy
How to tell him
How to make him understand
How to take my outstretched hand
If only I could touch that boy
CHORUS:
Dance Gonzalito
Dance the desert night
Just like the ageless silent birds
Caught in eternal flight
How you love those birds
Etched in the desert’s blanket
Like meaningless words
How you love those birds
