Close the Music Box

Nothing beautiful is lost.
I sang the hunger, sang the blame,
I held my sorrow to the flame.
I learned a heart can leave its cage,
And tenderness can turn the page.
I blessed the woman at the start,
She walked through midnight with my heart.
I bowed to every self I've known, they brought me here,
But I go home.
Close the music box.
Let the little dancer rest.
Let her rest.
Close the music box.
She has given all her best.
All her best.