When the winds whistle chaos
And black jades, bloom for miles
A man will wield his everything
Clasped within his right hand

Down desolate roads
Through hellish waste
Madness swirls around him
Eroding all peace
In spite of these dangers
He’ll place love on his shoulder
Tilts his head
And let loose a heartfelt melody

Strings will whine and whimper
Permeating through the mist
Conjuring all tears
Letting them fall
Without relent

Strings will tell
Of better days lost
Stolen in the fifes of war
His kin bartered without a passing thought

Stars were woven
Scapegoats birthed
But despite this haze
He’ll shine through and through

Sweet melody fell into peace
Lost in a devilish creed
For the man of bountiful craft
Was carted off to perish
Wasted away,
In a deathly hail of prejudice
Only to Live on
Within the beating heart of strings