Life doesn't deal with us gently, my friend

It throws us in hole after hole

And each person has a way to amend

The damage Life's done to their soul

Me, I take solace in what I love most:

Alone time, with just one small twist

Emotions let out, the ones innermost

heart and soul, with music's assist

I spread out a blanket and close the doors,

Open my sketchbook, pen in hand

I soak in the show tunes, creation pours

While belting along with Streisand.

I fight at the barricade in 'Les Mis'

I tap dance in 'Anything Goes'

There's not any other cure like show biz

And art when Life hits me with lows