A WEARY TALE OF WIND, DARK & RAIN

'A Tale of Angst'

Oh, weary song,
Where you from,
The storm inside?

When, these rustry strings,
Start to ring,
I'll go outside.

And the broken tale,
Of loving you,

It comes and goes,
Like the Wind.

Oh, weak voice,
What's the choice,
Of writing you?

So, sing the blues,
Like you do,

Killing through.

And the broken tale,

Oh loving you,
It comes and goes,
Like the dark.

So, stubborn ways,
Selling pays,
Freedom's free.

I'll, sing this song,
Very wrong,

But right for me.

And the broken tale,
Of loving you,
It comes and goes,
Like the rain.

And the weary tale,

Of hating you,
Is, wind, dark and rain.

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