We can tie ribbons through needles
And sing a song in dark tunnels.
We could do beautiful things.
We could do dangerous things.
We maybe sad but we still play our fiddles,
We maybe unlucky but oh, it would be wonderful,
To sing a song in darkness with our loudest feelings.
Perhaps someone would rescue us, someone would be listening.
We sing through the cracked skulls and anvils
It's where we're alive and it might be brutal
But where else would I go, darling?
This place is the closest to my heartstrings.
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Composed by Aurico.
One of my most proudest poems I actually acknowledge.
It's not much, but the whole story behind it is mesmerizing.
