Freckled face of yours

Freckled face of yours, I thought you’re glad you’re back
or did you finally discover all the things I lack?
Freckled face of yours, did you ever hear my music?
The essence of my soul, are you afraid to use it?
Keys and tones and words, ejected from the heart,
because music is by far, of all, the hardest part.
Freckled face of yours, I could use some cheers
and now I see you leaving, feeds my deepest fears.
I thought you had the will to jump this silly fence
And give this man despite all things a tiny little chance.