The Song

As they float in
These forlorn notes
They bring about a memory
Of the times you were held close

As the voice spreads out
Through the cracks of the black veil
You wonder why this song
Leaves your heart broken and pale

Then comes the joy
so sweet and contagious
From the heart of the Irishman
A voice so loud yet magnanimous

Some they make you dance
Others make your soul cry
But each one plays some part
In the story of your life

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Breakable

A heart made of glass,
A soul of stone
Is so breakable
And just as alone
Ever thought what keeps us together?
That which falls apart
That which gives us laughs
And brings tears to our hearts?
Am I the strength of the times,
Or merely pain’s vulnerable friend?
Am I to be broken
And meet my likeliest end?
I’d rather be broken
and mend a torn soul
I’d rather fail
Would rather rise after a fall