• When you are sleeping
    And about to wake,
    Life's music slowly spills
    Into your ears
    You hear them play
    Then you know to get up
    Time to get ready
    Time to go
    The beat stops for no one
    Not you or he
    Not she or them.
    When you make life's
    Music stop
    Life itself stands still
    Still
    Like frozen ice
    Still
    Like dolls on a shelf
    Still
    Like death itself
    So don't make Life's Orchestra Stop
    For when it stops
    Life stands still.