Ever since I can remember,

There’s always been a song.

Playing in my mind,

All day and night long.

 

I’ve never known the tune,

Or why it’s always there,

Floating throughout my brain,

Around me in the air.

 

When I try to do my work,

In sports during a play,

That tune whines in my ear,

Each and every day.

 

I used to hate it,

Annoyed that I couldn’t get it out,

Wanting to sing it,

Wanting to play it,

Wanting to scream and shout.

 

The song would disrupt my thoughts,

Get in the way of my work,

I wished it away,

I wanted it gone,

I thought I was going berserk.

 

One day it was gone,

And I felt empty inside,

My mind was silent,

I was alone,

I have to admit,

I cried.

 

It came back again as quickly as it’d gone,

Loud and strong,

It wasn’t until then that I realized,

That I’d missed it all along.

 

As I’ve grown older,

It’s lowered in volume and tone,

I’ve begun to miss that little tune,

Now that it’s again, left me alone.

 

But late at night,

When I’m lonely,

Lying in my bed,

I hear it still,

That little tune,

And I’m thankful for the song in my head.