Left upon the stones Unwanted in her home Spent the years watching as her friends all got adopted
Music in her soul, But the silence her voice stole The instrument is all she's got but it cannot make her whole
Sona, everything's not right Noone, to tuck you in at night You're sleeping with the lights on The sprites they try to take you Can't scream for help you're all alone All you want is a home...
So she got famous and played for entertainment They came to hear the songs of the ancient
But they don't get it sitting there clapping There is no fame that can fill what she lacking
Music in her soul All the notes she can control The instrument is all she's got but it cannot make her whole