[Verse 1] I began to sing again , Barely louder than a sigh, Of things that I can’t let die, But at least again can bear, Wrapped around me like a cloak. [Verse 2] Music knows how to call back, That which was lost long ago, A heart conflicted by love, Unable to rise above, A mind too young to right know. [Verse 3] Yet, no chasm is too deep, For us to climb in due course, The deepest darkness we know, Can with a steady light’s glow, Be traversed with some remorse. [Verse 4] A few notes linked in a chain, impregnate a melody, And out of ashes and earth, Shoots of hope can slowly grow, That can help to ease the pain. [Bridge] [Verse 5] My mother with great sadness, Cried tears of song, every day, With great skill, heavenly voice, With her songs she would rejoice Giving outlet to her pain. [Verse 6] My song is my poetry, Toneless, painful, and impure, It is not a song of joy, As it was when a young boy, But it helps me to endure. [Outro – Soft vocals, almost a whisper, emotive] Broken hearts may never mend, But hope perdures in the end.
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