Sing, my dear lovely, to light up the dark
with passion so blinding to idol the lark
Abound from your tongue; the eloquent music
quickly - don't wait! The glow, you may lose it.
The hue is so clear from the glow of your voice
eradicate haze from the dark, soulless noise.
Your grit is astounding! Keep singing! Don't Stop!
Your purpose and drive is your intensity lock.
Don't twist the key or all will be broken
and I'll have to pick up the pieces and know, then,
that all may be lost, the soulless noise winning
I and you both will submit to His sinning.
We'll fall in the pit of the Demon's despair
Rotting and soulless. Suffocating - no air!
So, SING, my dear lovely, to light up the dark
with passion so blinding to idol the lark.
Allow us to live with life's passion so fierce
to take away all of our pain and our tears.
It's perfect! Sing loudly - I'm begging you Please!
To live and be happy;
...your voice is my need!
