My life is a song,
The melody of agony,
The lyrics of truth,
The rhythm of happiness.
It's music is soft one moment,
Then roaring loud the next,
And my own head is pounding,
No matter the volume.
Few can hear my song,
Even less can love it,
It's a tune God made,
And it's written daily.
Sometimes I want to erase it,
Pretend that it never went off-key,
But each mistake makes it unique,
And someday we all have to face our song.
