posted December 16, 2016 11:48 AM            

Her sadness is unlike mine, a reflection of the world
Broken and disfigured, at a young age she looks so old
Rest is not an option, death and sorrow track her constantly
Everything seems so bleak, for the spirit of melancholy

She screams and cries for help, oh, all seems so helpless
Chaos is omnipresent, every step leads to the madness
As she withers and longs for some liberty
The dark comes upon her, the spirit of melancholy

And I watch in the distance, the way that sad soul flies
Yes I dream to have some wings, to be at her side
But my way does not leads, to her domain so heavenly
I belong to the streets, oh sprit of melancholy

My love goes slowly, bending to her shadow on the grass
Thought it may fade like the dust, I thought it would pass
Now her murmurs are songs of the stars, echoes in my memory
Yes I can hear you still, spirit of melancholy

posted December 16, 2016 07:54 PM            

Melancholy Muse.... takes sadness and converts experience into good poems, lyrics, and Music.

The world still turns .... Life's perspectives depend on where you're standing, at the time.

posted December 17, 2016 12:16 PM            

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Originally posted by Randall:
Love the star dance!

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Also reminds me of a scene from movie, The Martian Child. Movie uses the Satellite song.