She waited though she knew he'd never come
so melancholy staring at the sea
her broken heart still pounding like a drum
in hopes of something that will never be.
"Be still," she begs the tears that start to fall
her tears, they never listened anyhow
still she hopes that he will come to call
and wipes away the tears upon her brow.
Her auburn hair it shines by candlelight
as does the rose vines on the promenade
the dress she wears she clutches very tight
and now entrusts her hopes unto her god.
Before to long the sun will have to rise
and bring to light what she already fears
will she relent and finally trust her eyes
or risk the bitter tas
He must be strong for his family's sake
he knows that means some give and take
the pain inside burns like a fire
but outside he will never tire...
In Afghanistan he was in a troupe
of seasoned veterans was this group
like the others he just followed orders
crossing lines along the border...
Then one day he hit an IED
that shattered all below the knee
he lay there thinking he would die
the fog began to flood his eyes...
The surgeons they had done their best
and finally he was able to rest
he was fixed with a prosthetic leg
that he thought was like a pirate's peg...
That is why he stays strong for his family
he must endure as fate may be
if
Gentle Celia how comest you here
to sorrows that lie in the sapphire mist
stalwart you think you have nothing to fear
but this place harbors them hand over fist...
You gave up music to follow your heart
condemning to silence your violin strings
over the years it has torn you apart
Celia, that is what sacrifice brings...
Gentle Celia you stand here alone
turning, your violin's lying nearby
in the land of sorrows you should've known
what you are seeing may be just be a lie...
Here is a place where there's no night or day
and beauty shares discourse with the morose
O how you hunger to once again play
but that would require you give up the gh