When my soul was heavy and blue,
There was a demon in my view.
On my should, in my ear,
Whispering, “Can you hear?”
I tried not to listen to his beautiful voice,
The beauty that he offered left me with no choice.
So with a demon in my view,
My soul turned so heavy and blue.
His voice was one I tried to refuse,
But it whispered so loudly that surely you could hear it too.
This demon in my view.