Getting away, easier to do than it is to say.
When life gets hard and shadows grow long,
I lay down on my bed and listen to my song.
Sweet flutes and crying violins rock me to sleep
In my dreams I no longer weep.
Debussy, bach, and mozert all have a share,
In my crooning and rythmic love affair.
Their calming melodies sooth my body and mind,
And in my rest, no dark monsters to find.