Captive, yet our spirits are set free
Sometimes we scream, sometimes We Cry
Sweet and light, or bitter and strong
We are faded out of life by a
Melody

Played, yet still on-key
Sometimes slow and soft, sometimes sad and searing
Throwing us into a Tempest of emotion
Precise or bizarre, string or song
We are played by the
Melody

Ending, my soul groans for more till well after the last note is freely given
Painfully, I realize the only way to never fall is to never fly
Emotion, I remember is where we belong
We at some point all are Changed by our own

Melody