A melody resounds beneath the skies

A melody resounds beneath the skies,
Where pain bears on its shoulders despair’s weight.
Within the vale of sorrow darkness lies,
Beneath worn muses bowed beneath their fate.

Can song endure such agony and fire,
When you can neither tell if weep or sing?
Do not pour salt upon the wounds entire,
When trembling hearts from desperation spring.

Chorus:

Oh, can the music bear the breaking strain,
When through the song a hidden cry breaks free?
The weary soul’s tormented, grief-filled pain
Will freeze in sound at fate’s dark hour to be.

Oh, let the sobbing hymn of vanished love
Wash nighttime shadows from the trembling strings.
Call this sad song into your heart above,
To greet the dawn a brighter morning brings.

2.

When soul is wounded deeply by despair,
And tears obscure the dim and clouded sight,
My voice gives birth to songs of love once there,
Still yearning to escape into the light.

Can any song contain the pain I bear,
When you know not if crying or you sing?
Can soul forgive the lies once hidden there,
And scatter phantoms haunting everything?

Chorus:

Oh, can the music bear the breaking strain,
When through the song a hidden cry breaks free?
The weary soul’s tormented, grief-filled pain
Will freeze in sound at fate’s dark hour to be.

Oh, let the sobbing hymn of vanished love
Wash nighttime shadows from the trembling strings.
Call this sad song into your heart above,
To greet the dawn a brighter morning brings.

3.

The bow torments the strings within the night,
A scherzo softly weeping through the gloom.
We seek in dreams a fragile shard of light,
While weary hearts continue still to bloom.