It's the pain I feel when I know it's inside of me.

It fills me up and enlightens my soul.

The sound of it, oh how so bold.

For me to ever have to let it go, I think you have the wrong person.

I could never let go.

Never give it up, never give it in.

It's there. It's comforting me all my days in, my days out;

My days good, bad, high, low, or sad.

When I hear it, that's what makes me glad.

To picture me living without it, I don't think I'd survive;

For really my heart wouldn't strive no more and I would die.

When I held my breath, it wouldn't hold to the next beat as it went, "Thump, thump, thump."

No then it would be as if my heart had been dumped.

Without my baby to be here for me and I be there for it,

I have no bold soul and courage and inspiration to stand in front of a critic.

"Who Am I?", I ask....

Without my baby,

MUSIC?