Baritone

Liquid fire in his heart Hands too soft to play the part but if that fire turns to ice the tears will flow not once, but twice The passion play has found an end For broken hearts that cannot mend but if that heart turns in to stone his fate will be to die alone He knows not how to heal the hole The true desire lives in his soul But when desire has gone away the worms move in and there they stay A home that is broken when love leaves Turns to ashes as it grieves But when that home can stand no more It then lives only To close the door So he begs the stars not to break For the life he wants to take But when his prayers remain unheard The pain he feels is only stiired There is no song that he can hear There is no fate he has to fear But if love is not a part of it Then death will be the heart of it For he will see she does not know Of all the things he cannot show No bruises on his bended knees Just unseen tears and silent pleas