His voice my sound of comfort,

The drums my beating heart,

The beat my pace when walking,

This I could not live without.

 

To hear I’ll be alright,

To know what can be done,

To have some inspiration,

I can’t imagine all that gone.

 

My way of getting calm,

My way of celebration,

My way to fall asleep,

Well, it would be damnation.

 

I could not live without music.

Without songs to learn to play

And words to learn to sing,

I wouldn’t see another day.

 

 

 

I rely on many,

But my favorite would be the worst

To live without.

That would be a curse.