Music Box

"Music Box"

I open the lid

Hear the melody play

When I listen to my music box

I know I am safe

Watch the tiny dancer

Twirl round on tip toes

When I listen to my music box

The warmth inside me grows

Out in the street

Cold and alone

When I listen to my music box

I feel like I'm home

This here, my dearest possession

All I have left of my mom

When I listen to my music box

I forget that she's gone

I'm simply a battered child

Lonely from just age four

When I listen to my music box

I feel lonely no more

Angela M OBrien

16/7/11