the weeps and wimpter of a hurting soul
the proclamation of true love
through the tears of one that has lost
and though that heartfelt song my cease its ringing
it continues to play the heart
banging, off key, mrciless in its sound
upsetting to those unfortunate to hear it
torturing those living it
and on and on the tune persists
mocking those it hurts along the way
it decieves desperate men into letting it play
pretending to offer the answer that will lead tp happiness
but little fo they see
that there tears are in vain
making life miserable and obsolete
and offering no sign of escape
its notes offer no answers to those who have lost
and no comfort to replace the love they long for