Music of Life

I'm Sorry. . . (Boy Solo) {Theatrical Version}

🎧Boy Singing

[Kneels by her bedside]

Oh my love, I'm sorry;
Please stay with me.
I didn't mean,
For you to face the king.

Darkness's king, though you're light;
He bought you, and broke your mind.

[He gently touches her forehead, testing the temperature, and laying his hand on it after a minute]

You don't know who I am, my love, but I'll be at your side;
Until you remember, your heart, naught to the night;

[He glances to the dark sky outside nervously, and clicks on a lamp bathing the room in a warm glow]

I fear again he will take you, steal you away;
But may Fate's wind blow him, naught but the other way.

[A faint breeze ruffles his hair, blowing towards him, and he gets up to shut the window.]

Please stay with me;
I'm sorry.

[He lights a small candle]

And while you sleep;
May your dreams be safe and deep.

[Goes back to her bedside and smiles]

His words as deadly as an aboma;

[The smoke shifts to the form of a snake before the boy cuts his hand through it.]

They're what traps you in this coma.

[He smiles sadly at her]