My rebels tune has been played
My compliant march is dwindling
My wild drums now fade
The music of my soul
Once loud as a rainstorm
Now grows as silent
As a winters night
Made bold by hope
It has fallen prey to fear
Now I fear to play again
For fear of fear itself
No chord can be struck
To bring life back to me again
Is a quiet life my sentence
For a crime I thought was love
To you with sweet sounds
Rolling easily from your happy throat
To you with soft harmonies
That seem undying
Ignore my warnings
I pray you will
For if you hold dear to what you have
You will lose the joy all about
The time will come
When strings will break
Wood will crack
and voices will rasp away to nothing
But till you live
in this soundless solitude
Pay no heed to any warning
Live without any care
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