I'll sing of all the ways I miss you
and how this sorrow came to be
the verses, lies I should have whispered
the chorus, truths in harmony.
The melody will break the silence
and call your broken heart to me
to be repaired by love unyielding
to broken hymns in minor key.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC
I'll sing of all the ways I miss you
and how this sorrow came to be
the verses, lies I should have whispered
the chorus, truths in harmony.
The melody will break the silence
and call your broken heart to me
to be repaired by love unyielding
to broken hymns in minor key.
Depression lies and makes us push those we love most away, sometimes so far away that they can never return.
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