
I sing of my sorrow
That progresses from day to day
Growing bigger with every note
Expanding with every breath
I sing of the hatered
I have against those who lie
Raising the dynamic level with every yell
Sometimes hitting the chord with opinions
I sing of the pain
Because I see to much of it in the little eyes of childern
Crying with every octive
Feeling it with each accent mark
I sing of a day
Where there will be no more sorrow, lies, & pain
Softly and slow progressing measure by measure
Growing louder and faster till it hits fortay
And when the song stops
We will all be gone
No more will the choirs sing & the peice will come to a close
For I am the sorrow, pain, & hatered, I am the music, & life is my name
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