The longer I draw The madder I get-
The sadder I get-
For the beauty in this world can never be
Accurately portrayed by such an
Unskilled hand.
This pen fills me with regret
And all that I have loved is gone.
Take this quill
And write me a song.
Proclaim our love and make it so
Let not my distaste for your beauty
Hinder our façade.
Let's scare them away with the glory in our
Smiles.
Oh, how late it is!
For love songs and poetry can no longer
Fight the darkness
All that I have loved is lost
And all that was good is dead
The longer I draw
The madder I get-
The sadder I get-
For the pen that once was its duty
To portray all the beauty
No longer scribbles the notes
In our s o n g.