Music Box
Your journey begins with a wail and a cry
And continues as your hourglass turns
Yours and life's tunes intertwined til the end
As reality becomes your own music box
Just like a novel a story or tale
Music has a beginning middle and end
As well as our lives' journey that comes to a halt
Which finishes as our lyrics fall into place
Life's song plays as the hourglass empties
The lullaby so sweet echoes alone
Silencing your heartbeat as it rocks to sleep
Ending your reality as the music fades
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