"Why do you hide inside your walls
When there's music in my halls?
All I see is an empty room
No more joy on an empty tune
It's so good to sing all day
To dance, to spin, to fly away
Is someone there? Is it time for the show?
Is someone there? Creeping through the room?
Up upon my stage, which feels more like a tomb"
Arranged by: / @pianokeyng
Original Creator: Leon Riskin