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
No one, 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