Music Was the Thread

Music was the thread keeping him here
 Music was the call when the cupboards were bare
 Music was all to beat back the fear
 Music kept keeping him here
 Music keeps him here
 Born into a drug house, no clean clothes, nobody home
 Went to school anyway
 When he sang he was never alone, never alone
 Each and everyday
 Music was the thread keeping him here
 Music was the call when the cupboards were bare
 Music was all to beat back the fear
 Music kept keeping him here
 Music keeps him here
 He learned to do laundry, find food in a dumpster sometimes
 Wake himself and get to class
 And let the music feed his soul, feed his soul
 Had to grow up lightning fast
 Music was the thread keeping him here
 Music was the call when the cupboards were bare
 Music was all to beat back the fear
 Music kept keeping him here
 Music keeps him here
 He says, it's my freedom
 It's my road
 It's my joy
 It's my soul
 It's my freedom
 It's my road
 It's my joy
 It's my soul
 Now he's ready to leave, friends in jail, parents dead
 The fence he walks is coated with ice
 But the song tells him where to step, how to step
 I believe he's gonna be alright
 Music was the thread keeping him here
 Music was the call when the cupboards were bare
 Music was all to beat back the fear
 Music, it keeps him here
 It was music
 It was music
 It was music