A favorite song is declaring its cadencing hope!
O broken-hearted!
Don't be saddened by the wording of your song!
Not all your skies are grey.
It is not according to your heart that the
outcome and influences settle for their peace!
Neither do they are enough for the one's phasing devastation.
In the room of ingenuous wonderment,
There is a little glint of light and a warm heart. I don't want darkness to win. For a while, tears can stay back instead of falling off!
Do you know a subtle thing about these teary eyes?
They seem to hope for the affection of your remedying voice.
In a song, I always want to know from the tears, their emotions!
And they have sung it too!
Do I want to separate its tune?
No!
I don't want to challenge an innocent, lowest-pitched string of tuning.
It is true.
You have indeed left me alone to sing the song by myself!
You have left me alone by closing your eyes and making me feel you still see me!
Where is my heart now?
It is busy and immersed in crying!
Sometimes all one can have is the rhythmic expansion and contracting of sadness for moving on!
It is a mega feeling when you own the voice. It is little more than just including it in our life.
Although there is a readiness of vocables to fill the empty spaces in the rhythm of this song, this tending and coloring sorrow will change too!
It is also true.
A song is just a song!
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