The tears of this world were left on the pavement
she sent out her friends to cry “it was you
who locked her in this airless enslavement
you cannot just take her because you want to”
and the children of orange and yellow
tremble at the sound of her screams and her sighs
the saddened sound of the old man’s cello
is nothing compared to her sorrowful eyes
and yet she welcomes me with arms wide open
she forgets the heartache that she must bare
forgetting that, Yes! Her heart has been broken
letting the sun graze the tear stricken air
She whispered through the winds “please don’t cry for me,
Tears will leave me empty, drowning in my sea”