I find you in the hours,
that I grasp and try to keep.
You play within my many dreams, amongst me in my sleep.
You teach me it is okay to live, which ever way it be.
As how I am or how I want,
worth  more than what they see. I'll follow you with open arms until I meet my grave.
Each emotion in each note I wrote, in a road that only I must pave. You teach me lessons I must live even when I want to cry,
but you make me able to move on with every tearful eye.
But even after my songs been sung and the night takes back the day, our memory and its bad and good: forever it will play.