Melancholy’s child can’t stop weeping,
A figure searching through the dark evening.
A soul who feels so bitter all the time.
And misery and woe will always empathise.

For a child, you really aren’t so vile,
Just misunderstood by your denial.
Running away from your sorrows for miles,
You’re a child who has never cracked a smile.

Melancholy’s child can’t stop feeling,
Depleted emotions begin seething.
A person shown to...