Come My Child

Come my child come play your precious violin, the songs you play reminds me of my sins. The songs of war, death, and demise for i have seen both sides. While you play the imagery is clear, a symbolic message has just appeared.... Your violin bleeds of talent for I have conducted this orchestrated talent. Play until your fingers have no control till tears run down your face, till your last breath of life has nothing to show. Come my child, come child, come... That violin cannot play itself without you been so young..