Sometimes queit,

Sometimes loud .

My melody

from inside,

plays on

and on.

 

When it stops,

is the day

I die.

But I hope

you are by

my side

 

You make

the music

go fast

and slow

when you

are here

and when

you go.

 

When you leave

it hurts

inside

the music

quiets down

but my song

will still

go on.