I'm going to try and simplify
She sits crying at home
Tears on her face magnify
The hurt that makes her feel alone
He's out on the porch
An orange pierced sky his life
Though his world, he'd love to torch
A part of him looks past the strife
She doesn't see the point in living
Hard hit, pain makes it hard to breath
A heart that has done no giving
A voices, which anger does seethe
He cries out to a deaf, far away god
His past comes around like a fog
When pain's the only reality
He's reminded of his own infedilety
She stares up at a starry sky
He sighs at an old, ruined life
A part of her begins to die
He wishes to be with his wife
Memories of old do haunt like ghosts
No stories does he or she boasts
A life of misery makes for a sad story
Dark, stained, no glory
He stares at the last few pages
She puts the pen to the book
He hasn't smiled in ages
She finally crawls out of her nook
Though years have passed
A life is a life
No matter how our sins have massed
You can still write
And make right
The wrong
Of the song
To erase the coming night
And ignite a cold, weary life
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