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