Life came at her fast
till she could breathe no more
the world was quickly fading
death knocking at her door
Then one day it seemed to change
a present given by a friend
the gift of music presented
and the darkness seemed to end
When the sweet sound reached her ear
she cried for hope at last
she played for the present and future
but music made up for the past
The future was hers to take
Though the world was tough and grey
Magic made in her hands
What sweet music did she play
but lies and drugs deceived her
friends and family she had shunned
the world was hard and lonely
and the darkness soon returned
once a hopeful dreamer
once so gay and proud
till lost was the sight of that dream
now another face in the crowd
She couldn’t win in the end
her goals and dreams all lost
but here’s a lesson for you
fight at any cost
Don’t become another
who has lost their way
hold tight to your dreams of greatness
and they’ll come true one day.
Don’t give in to temptation
don’t believe the hype
she had so much before her
but now she's a stereotype.