• Life plays a sorrowless tune against my pulsing heartstrings,
    Melody after Melody, they begin to rot and grow weary,
    There almost breaking,
    Ancient stories tell of a sanctified, soothing composition,
    I listen closely as the world devastated, begins to cave in,
    The strings ripped from there dire blackening tunes,
    A new sound emerges from the once abyssal like ocean blue,
    Fly through my soul, something meant to build and reconstruct,
    Chase its lead quickly, Blissful duet with my broken heart,
    Cascading waterfall roars with the sound of this everlasting symphony,
    Engages me to run into her sacred sanctuary,
    Gates open slowly then quickly shut,

    There I find a maiden, freezing me with her harmonic lullaby,
    Whispering to me slowly, I shut my eyes,
    Her face so familiar, something ached in this kingdom resurrected for me,
    Pieces of my heart glue back together, smiling at me she played once again,
    Take my shallow pain slowly away, my heart began to blend
    I veered into her eyes forcefully, purified soul opens that once shaded curtain,
    Played, My heart strings rose pedals began to dropp violet, blue and red for me,
    Color my life, with colors the that can smudge and bleed,

    Those soft hands ever so scraped and blistered,
    Hugging her gently it was the girl I called little sister,