Why...? Why...?
Whose is this voice,
Which speaks to you
with every breath you take

Whose is this soul
For which you yearn
To touch, to taste,
To taint
With your own eyes..

Whose is this voice
Which you fear
This mask behind
A man

And what is it
This Phantom does
That I;
Poor Raoul
Can't..

Seem to grasp
The reason
Behind these escapades
These masquerades
Void of reason
Of body, voice,
and soul.

Please -
Christine, I love you!
Please
place your hand in mine
Your heart in mine
Your voice in mine
I'll never let you go..
Christine... Christine...