Mournfully, a violin plays softly in the distance.
I hear its tearful cries in the gloom as I listen.
I lie here awake, here where my loneliness gathers.

Each morning I arise to feel the weight of this grief.
It's like an unwelcome feeling that invades
every part of me.

The garden where we sat, in the soft light of early morning.
All the radiance of its flowers slowly withered and wilted.
It remains now in ruins. Forlorn and forgotten.

It's turned into a sickly place, full of dark and weedy things.
It's a mirror of what lives inside me. It's a shade that
forever follows me.

I stare out an open window, to see a world
veiled in darkness.

In a sea of endless dreariness, I exist
In a realm of shadows. Haunting memories of a time
returned, that now plagues each waking moment.

The song of all sorrows plays on, it echoes in the background.

The violin's weeping is my pain upon a stage.
I have cried uncounted tears to each note of its tragedies.

As I drift through the years .. I find, in this ocean of misery.
The violin's mournful song reflects a diminished light within my heart.
In this darkness, consuming .. It weeps eternally for thee.


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