A Song with More Than Four Chords

Frigid wind on ailing lives

Darkness quietly surrounds the broken souls

Mellow serenades between beating hearts

Transformed into bitter symphonies

Far beyond the dust-covered skies

Cupid has lost his romancing arrows

Now playing sonorous tunes on his bow

Dedicated to all the breaking hearts

The winds and trees create their own song

Sounds of sweet sorrow all 'round

Faded hopes, submerging inner lust

Life slowly decays

As the last.

Beat.

Sounds.