• Nothing but an empty room,
    to calm this frigid nerve.
    The music races through my mind,
    the lyrics, like cars, swerve.
    The songs they scream for violence,
    but my ears they cry for peace.
    This neverending war song,
    I want it all to cease.
    For music is expression,
    and this dark is growing stronger.
    But the quiet, bright impressions,
    want to stay a little longer.
    Finally I scream out,
    "I can take this war no longer!"
    I turn off the music,
    and i suddenly feel stronger.