The lone musician plays a melody,
Its haunting tune echoing through empty space,
Down silent halls where no one will mind
This is where he can find ultimate peace,
From troubles and pain of reality
This is the time, his time to be free.

But no, he thinks, he has not been free,
Not able to break away from life's cruel melody,
He is troubled to think of reality
When now is the time to enjoy this space,
Away from that place filled with anything but peace
Thoughts of the world burn harshly in his mind.

Metal strings echo the troubled mind,
This guitar, the thing that sets his thoughts free,
He thinks, could this be the instrument to peace?
Where I can play sense through my melody
To be heard even by the stars in space,
That would be a joyful reality.

He frowns, then laughs, at the thought of reality,
Cruelty and coldness play back through his mind,
This world has become just another space,
Where all men are supposedly free!
His music takes on an icy melody,
As anger surges from his shattered peace.

How hard can it be, to create a place of peace,
Is that too hard to make a reality?
There people can unite in one melody,
Where all that is seen is one sound mind,
And time again where children are carefree,
Here laughter can once again fill cold space.

With despair he sobs in his cold dark space,
His anguished mind searching for that peace,
Those haunting thoughts will never let him free,
He will never escape from true reality.
The darkness flows throughout his troubled mind,
As truth leads the somber melody.

Reality plays its harsh melody,
It has cracked through ones lone peace of mind,
Poisoning free dreams of that hopeful space.