I used to cry myself to sleep
Because I couldn’t cry in front of anyone else.
My emotions were my enemy,
But I let them take over everything about me.
I was led into some bad habits.
They were very hard to break.
And once they were gone,
I couldn’t move on.
There was nothing to fill the void.
Well, one day I was feeling down
And a frown wouldn’t leave my face.
Then I remembered that I had one thing,
One more ace up my sleeve.
So I picked up my little, yellow ukulele
And the moment I strummed, I couldn’t believe it.
My tears dissolved,
And I firmly resolved
That a happy-sounding song was the answer.
My voice was off-key
And the strings weren’t tuned
But the music flowed through my veins,
A song in a moment that would never happen again.
But it was a start.
It was like something clicked in my heart.
It was therapy and relief,
A distraction from worry.
It was whatever I needed it to be.
Now, I don’t cry myself to sleep as much.
My frowns don’t last as long.
My emotions no longer wear the crown,
And I find myself more up than down.
But when that darkness threatens
To cover the skies
And I feel I don’t belong.
I just pick up my little, yellow ukulele,
And play a happy-sounding song.