The Music Starts to play,
He sits and dreads the day,
He rises to the dark of night,
Where moon light shines so bright.
He finds out that its the day,
He dreads so much,
He cant stay away,
The day that come but once a year,
Were love and joy and sadness appear.
He rises in the shadow of night,
And silence the music from out of sight,
To roam the hall of his silent house,
Till sun comes up,
And birds come out,
Were one is missing from the day,
He miss so much but can not say.
He silences his lips thought out the day,
So love and joy my stay,
Even thought throughout the day he wastes away.
