Music pulls tightly at my soul
follows me out as I stroll...

My mother in law is visiting
Tomorrow just at three...

The party's kicked off, with quite a bang
All my old friends, have come out to hang...

Gentle dove with crystal breath
with plumes that touch my heart...

This world is filled with hate and war
with greed and ego at the fore...

As I look back on the winding road
with many a twist and turn...

Stuck in isolation
for this virus thing is rife...

This rock crushes my dying breast
weighs heavier than you could know...

Phone me up and threaten me
and weave your evil threats...

Theres a penquin in my sandwich box
he's wearing bright green socks...