A Bard's Problem
I sing of death and pain and such And wonder where the beauty went I wrote such pictures and happiness Or at least I wrote in mystery I don't know where these depressing words come from I want to write of joy again And soon I will When I have reason But for now... I have reason to write in pain When I'm inspired I will write more lightheartedly Written February 17th, 2002 © on Feb 16 2002 04:03 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I sing of death and pain and such..."