There is a certain Harry Potter cassette tape

Yellowed with years of overuse

That is my childhood

The words we heard let our imaginations quietly take shape

Jim Dale's voice lulled us to sleep each night

He filled our heads with vivid pictures of wizards and villains

We listened as good triumphed over evil

Happiness can be found in the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn on the light

We flipped the tapes each time so we could hear more of the story in our sleep

The faded black copyright date faded on the plastic prism

The black tape running through the white tape like veins in a body

It was easier to fall asleep than counting sheep

The words that protected me from all my fears

The tape would get eaten and we have to wind it again

Take the pencil and spin around and around

The cassette tape that helped fight back the tears