I once heard music's the food of lovers
I never knew how true this statement was
Until I heard some music with a cause
The preaching cry still hangs on and hovers
The cleansing of the ears and soul goes on
The notes of high and low consume all hearts
And when the healing sound of music starts
All miseries are wiped away and gone
You dance to any style that soothes your taste
Ebb and flow of the rhythm makes you sway
And when you dance all the rhythm away
There's still some more, it never goes to waste
There are songs for angels and demons too
The music helps them do what they best do
