I’m tired of my status, of my state
Being lonely seems to be my fate
I’m shy and quiet, it’s no treat
It makes me feel like a piece of meat
With a bleeding heart and a set of strings
I play my notes and let them ring
Watch the sky while it weeps
Await the worlds and their final sleep
A nightingale with it’s silent song
A shadow with it’s axe along
Will they grow, emerge as one?
Will they part, turn and run?
Mock me once, mock me twice
I have no care ‘cause I will rise
I picked a flower that once was blue
Now it’s tainted, black and true
A part of me has no home
Missing from life’s big black tome