My love, my life, and my passion All three can be tied up in a dramatic fashion My faults, my mistakes, and my errors How can we learn if we do not see the man in the mirror I will always have the love of music in my ears From when I was young to now when in my fifth year The sweet sound of brass, woodwinds, and even the drums They all sound better than William Hung The time spent here, was a time while spent Priceless entertainment, memories, and friendships What will happen now to those lovers of music Some will be biologist, engineers, and teachers who like to move it move it The end is near for us who are older One door closes but another will open sooner There is not much time to say all the things on my mind Soon I will hang up my uniform and wave good-bye My love, my life, and my passion All three can be tied up in dramatic fashion My faults, my mistakes, and my errors How can we learn if we do not see the man in the mirror | 
