The Music Box

He's still waiting for the morning

As he sits there in the dark

He is tired and he's hurting

But he's still alright to smile

Though he's broken he's still breathing

And he's not planning to give up

For he's travelled far too long now

Just to fall one step from the finish line

Time after time

He played the same old song

With his one and only friend, the music box

That melody

Worn and tattered, torn and battered

Still so beautiful

He was fighting for wrong reasons

And in the end he was left with only pain

The dust had landed, war was over

All was lost and nothing gained

It's not easy to seize the moment

When you're not quite sure where you belong

But the sleeper has now awaken

And he remembers everything

The melody, the song he used to sing

The answer lies within

He's tried so many times and Lord knows

That we love to see our heroes fall

The nights have grown so long

The beggar's crown grew heavier

As the days they wore him down

Tired old man with his heart in hand remembers

The sound that he once loved

The music box is still his sole companion

Though fractured and broken

For so long he has lived a lie, but no more

He won't be remembered

As someone who he never wished to be

And this tired old man is me

He puts his coat on, takes one last look

Shuts the door and walks away

So turn the lights on, close the curtain

The clown has left the stage

Sun's still shining, children laughing

You could think that really nothing's changed

But look closer, in the corner

An empty chair and on the table

Playing alone the wooden music box

My sole companion

For so long I have lived a lie, but no more

So please remember

The tired old man with his heart in hand has now gone

The sound that I once loved

My music box still playing in the dark