Feb 2013
Sing me song of love and faith
Sing a song of hope
Then leave me now to cry your tears
I'll watch you as you cope
For your songs, they do not speak of truth
They do not speak your thought
You ponder only on Hells so great,
But a liar to me you're not
You sing your songs of innocence gone by,
A childhood lost in stars
Of hopes and dreams that drifted between love,
Now drift between fresh scars
Sing a song of hope
Then leave me now to cry your tears
I'll watch you as you cope
For your songs, they do not speak of truth
They do not speak your thought
You ponder only on Hells so great,
But a liar to me you're not
You sing your songs of innocence gone by,
A childhood lost in stars
Of hopes and dreams that drifted between love,
Now drift between fresh scars
People early in pain tend to sing songs of love, hope, and faith because they still believe they exist. Although that's not what pollutes their thoughts. But they do not sing lies, they sing memories of a better time. A bitter-sweet symphony, if you please.
