Troubled souls love dancing to the voice of lovers past;
Whose songs are sown with melodies of days not meant to last.

That rhyme in time with teardrops to a heartbeat out of tune;
Whose haunting echoes fill the silence of an empty room.

They ring with resignation...call her long forgotten name;
They drip from lips like poison...joining tears that fall like rain.

As lovely lies form lullabies that promise no more pain;
My soul will go on dancing as my heartbeat sings her name.