• My parents gave me a music box before they passed away.
    It was new, but it sounded so old.
    I wind it up, and listen to it play.
    My music box. . . Kept my heart warm when it was cold.


    The Melody of my Music box plays throughout the night.
    A sorrowful melody or a peaceful tune plays around the clock.
    No matter what i play, it always feels right.
    My soul, my haven, my special little Music Box.

    Someone has passed away, someone who gave me this box of Music.
    We used to listen to it as we talked, now i sit and listen to it alone in silence.
    These emotions in the Music chimes take hold of me in a sad grip.
    But i'm not mad at the music box, it reminds me of my freind in a sense.

    I am now playing this Music Box at my time of dying, remembering the times.
    The music box plays to a dying mans days. . .I feel so weak, i have no power.
    I know my time is coming, and so is the music box's, this will be it's last chime.
    As the music box plays, i close my eyes, the music box stops, Sayonara.