Wavering voice booming hesitantly into the atmosphere,
taking us with him in song.
Rendition of lost and forlorn love, sitting in the
rain alone, no umbrella to shelter a heart from the
downpour flowing rapidly through it as it drops upon
the floor in millions of pieces, never to be picked
up or put together again.
Looking out upon a lost horizon, watching the sun
dropping below vision in bluened rays of sorrow,
glistening in many tears, drowning in grief's arms
in a tender embrace of love.
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