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
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