The day the music died.

There once was a girl, and all she had was a dream.

A dream of escape, a dream of being free.

This young little girl with eyes so blue,

Trudged through a world whose colours were mute.

These colours didn't sing, these colours didn't dance,

Because music was something long-lost and old.

As life wound on, people forgot that joy could still be found.

Music filled with colours and smiles slowly drowned.

The greatest things in life were lost as people slowly wept.

A loss so big was felt by all, though they weren't sure what they'd forgotten,

Because that's the way with forgetting.

But this bright little girl, with eyes so piercing,

Though born into a world of loss,

Couldn't ignore the really strange feeling,

That there was something she'd forgotten.

So search, she did, in far off lands,

To get the music back.

Trecks and hikes and flights and sails,

Slowly unveiled the loss.

She saw colour where others saw grey,

She saw light in the middle of the day.

The sun turned yellow,

And she could see that life was for living,

Life was free.