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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] is all she's got but it cannot make her whole