I started early, not knowing what to do.
I chose the flute so I could whistle
They thought I wouldn't seek it through
They told me I would quit, like a cat on a thistle
My director didn't like me much
He said my sound was just a touch
He said I wasn't good at all
So I would go home and ball
I moved away to a new town
I started to play Charlie Brown
My teacher didn't like that much
He said that it was just a touch
I was told I needed something new
I didn't listen, it wasn't true
Even though they pulled me down
I never showed a musical frown
I moved away once again
I was one of many women
She was one of many too
We got along, I saw it through
I was musically accepted
Now, here I am today.
Eight years later I should say.
I play my instrument so well
I'm now first chair, only she can tell.
I'm out of school soon.
Then I can play a new tune.
In my future of music
Where my life will tick
Only time will tell.
A musicians bell.
Is it worth it or not
I'm not sure
I'm finally accepted
My time has come
It's my turn now
My Musicians dream has just begun.