Black Symphony
A promise of love that was forgotten
A music left unsung
An immortal song died with the one who made it
Love ended before it has begun
A vow of forever cannot be kept
For all of us die in the end
And memory left buried in the ground
Died along was his faith
The notes of life has its ways
To start and end its songs
Not everything can be a euphony
Even good can be wrong
Now I’m standing in the stage of life
Where people judge me for what I do
I play the music that I know
And time will come for me to go
A music left unsung
An immortal song died with the one who made it
Love ended before it has begun
A vow of forever cannot be kept
For all of us die in the end
And memory left buried in the ground
Died along was his faith
The notes of life has its ways
To start and end its songs
Not everything can be a euphony
Even good can be wrong
Now I’m standing in the stage of life
Where people judge me for what I do
I play the music that I know
And time will come for me to go
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