The music that you play
Is the music of my mind
And the things that you say
In the future I will find are true
Crossing the path of disaster
Teeter on the edge of depression
No brick just plaster
I could break through to the other side
Everything you say
All things today
All people you meet
And the street
Might not mean a thing
Tomorrow
Turning the tides of sadness
I didn’t think you could
Caring more, hating less
I didn’t think you would.