I am lonely. No one knows who I am. I have a rough life at home, and school isn't much better. Music Is My Only Hope Of Life. I can escape reality when I'm playing, singing, making music. Thank you to the music teacher at my elementary school, Mrs. Lopez. I learned to love music at a young age because of you, and you've helped me build on that. Thank you for being who you are, and teaching at the school you do. I'm glad I go to Southeast Elementary, and it's really disappointing that I won't be with you next year. I know how it goes, people keep in touch, but slowly stop. That's not how it will be with you. You mean way to much to me for that to happen.