I can hear it
My blood rushing
My mind pounding
My heart gushing
Living a lie for what people want me to be
Does it even matter
Do they see
I dream of fixing people when broken and bruised
I dream of helping the mentally abused
But music has been stripped from me against my will
The only reason why I've become I'll
I want to hear violins cellos drums and the choir
Music Yes music
That is what I most desire