Sorrow of the gallows
Just like a weeping cello
I sing my melody out loud
The strings of my heart bleed as those of a weeping cello
I call out to the god of sorrow
Oh rainy day of my eyes as a storm churns inside me
Oh sweet saint of melody
Heal a heart with thorns and nails
What I feel is an evil unwashed, a flood of tears
But that's what you'll never see in my eyes
The Vulnerability is not mine but the sorrow to keep
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