Words that are translated from paper to song,
Melodies and beats that just play along,
In any language, to and fro,
Music is my world and that I know.
Pop in those headphones,
Crank the volume up loud,
'Cause even when I am alone,
There is always a crowd.
Singing sweet lullaby's or songs of hope,
Music becomes that life saving rope,
That guides and supports through every mood,
Even on an island where I might be screwed.
Silence may be a sound to fear,
But not when my music is near.