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Music Box

Days go by
In a Prozac high
She canít remember why
The music left her
No more tears to cry

Where did she go?  Where did she go?

Sheís lost inside her music box again
Cue the winder, start the dancing
In the glass blown bubble of her life
She canít hear me or others who might try to reach her
Lost inside the music box again.

Catch the falling star that tumbles
Hide from thunder, the roar that rumbles
Through the muddy waters of her mind
Remember days of saving graces
In her Springtime, smiling faces
Reflections of a time in life more kind.

In her room
Night will be coming soon
She hears a soothing tune
The notes they wrap around her
Like the stars 'round the moon.  

Where did she go?  Where did she go?

Sheís lost inside her music box again
Cue the winder, start the dancing
In the glass blown bubble of her life
She canít hear me or others who might try to reach her
Lost inside the music box again  
No, she can't hear me or others who might try to reach her
Lost inside the music box again.

Copyright 1999
April Kelly

 

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