Loves great harmony plays on in our souls,
So when the beauty of youth abandons,
And hearts, like old clothes, art filled with holes,
When life broken, begs thee call for stand-ins.
Such melody soothes an aching world feared;
As the city’s harsh whisper threaten thee,
And life’s graceful rhythm hath disappeared,
To a place where darkness oft makes a plea.
How many times will the struggle offend,
And ask when paths progress tis underway?
Where thou wilt ne’er again have to defend,
And pleasure fill thine life as come what may.
If thou wouldst find the strength to fight,
Music will be thine own sword, shield, and light.