A Symphony of Sorrow

Acoustic minstrels facing the blues
Tears forged with sorrowful solos,
Pray for a team a thousand Pegasus' strong
To carry away unwelcomed harrows;
Wander into the trance-inducing tune
Take a spot under the velvet shadows,
When daytime pulls off its lunar mask
You'll be lying in crystal green meadows.

Classical delusions fill the afternoon breeze
Offers to gain confidence left you winded,
They were kept around to remind you
What life could be before it rescinded;
Jealous trees throw at you their leaves
Then tear away their tired, old limbs,
Mighty tree, by suicide, has cautioned
Life will burn bright once it has dimmed.

Amplified confessions to a single mike
Hear how they open up their souls,
Are they performing a kind of catharsis
Or using tragedy to gain in music polls;
Does anyone remember what was said
Before the music grew quickly mute,
Some say music is going back in time
They must be pulling up the wrong roots.

Swan song played as the funeral march
Casket lies in wait for friendly hands,
No one arrives as the rain begins to fall
He needs help and no one understands;
Even in the end their burden is piled
Upon his cold, stiff broken bones,
The last sound that echoes is laughter
The lowest form of death's chaperones.

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