Listen the stillness
Of a broken lullaby
The deadness of a cold hand
The strength of agony in hardened eyes

The emptiness trickles softly in
Where loneliness reclines too bold
Jasmine smoke trails filled the air
With a story soon to be told

One teardrop shed for love
One teardrop shed for hate
One teardrop shed for the angel of power
One teardrop shed for your grave

Listen the damp darkness
Of a broken lullaby
White peacocks screaming in the night
The strength of agony in hardened eyes


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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Jan. 8, 2015