She still remembers when
She'd turn her favorite station on;
You'd tell her to turn it down,
It still isn't our song.
Another one would play,
And you couldn't bear to hear
Another string of lyrics
Make its way into her ear.
You'd say it was a promise,
A vow to never harm,
To never be tasked to listen through
Sounds of any less charm.
But the task was half the journey
To find that which would heal,
And she was left broken
By a song with no appeal.
You harmed more than you cured,
And when you went away,
She stopped listening to music,
And her pain remains today.
For now all sounds will harm,
Regardless of the cheer,
And what's left is just a promise,
One she couldn't bear to hear.