The violin played,
as I drank my lemonade.
I was crying and complaining,
during very little explaining.
Oh piteful me down,
had to lift my soul off the ground.

Like the violin strings,
I was being plucked by many things.
Life was trying to beat me down,
but I refused to hit the ground.
The violin played on,
as I removed my feelings from stone.

The violin was playing a sad song,
but I knew where my soul belong.
I ignored the sad play,
added some sunshine to my day.
The violin is still there,
but its tune doesn't flare.

G