I sing to people
And charm animals
With my beautifully constructed songs
That are full of grace and courage.
I live in the world of miracles,
Loving the person I lose,
Looking for her in hell.
I walk the darkest rooms of the infernal
Universe, sharing my songs with demons
To bring her back.
I love the light and the air,
But here I get the notion of darkness.
My songs break the shackles of death,
I come back to the mortal world
With my beloved,
Only to lose her once again.
What do I have apart from my songs?
