It will go on
As I suffer on,
I sing a song.
It has no heart,
it has no beat.
My song is black,
and bitter sweet.
But I will sing it.
It is my song.
It will go on.
As I suffer on,
I sing a song.
It has no rhythm.
It has no soul.
My song is empty,
and has no goal.
But I will sing it.
It is my song.
It will go on.
As I suffer on,
I sing a song.
It has no catch phrase.
It has no tune.
It is as dry
as desert dune.
But I will sing it.
It is my song.
It will go on.
As I suffer on,
I sing a song.
It has no verses.
It’s pretty plain.
My song is endless,
my song is pain.
But I will sing it.
It is my song.
It will go on.
I sing a song,
as I suffer on.
Each false note
bringing false hope
to end this long
and suffering song.
But I will settle
a one-sided score.
One day I will
sing no more.
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