Shall we dance the dance of fools, or shall we instead step calmly through the night?
As sadness causes sadness,
Where shall we find reprieve?
Can you not dispel a ghost,
To set your heart to grieve?
A heart cannot be tied
To a melancholy soul.
It makes the heart beat darkly,
And darkly takes its toll.
Find the words, you have the words,
And set your worry free.
Who can tell what sweet sun,
Will smile on you and me.
And in its smiling grace,
Shall we not inspire healing.
And in your constant fray,
Can you show an ounce of feeling.
Your words convey a dream,
A dream that augurs well.
What a tender soul you are,
In your gentle sullen hell.
And what a strange fate it is
That causes your soul to write,
Such beautiful, beautiful words;
That signal not your plight.
I’m sorry Drew.
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