Ariamia Poem by Alicia Patti

Born to sing music all triumphant thrall
Mellow up mellow up my trumpets call
My heart sings my songs my songs come
Oh next refrain fill my soul take me home

So soft so soft strings strum a subtle hint forget
The pain forget the loss forget it all and yet
More to come more to come forget the day
Too soon to come too soon to come kneel and pray

Music tells music heals soaring up soaring up rapture
Comes joy comes palpate all thrumma thrumma capture
Heaven hold on tight forget the night worship day
Ring the bells beat the drums stroke the strings blow the horns that’s the way