Often, the folks, they say
my child, love is blind,
And often in my head I would say,
Love can see, but love is kind.

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Masked Musician

I drench myself in a sorrowful symphony,
In sad crescendos, it played
Such lonesome melancholy harmony,
What a lonely atmosphere it made.

Crestfallen notes float in a dark galaxy,
In a heavy rhythm, they dance
A somber timbre embracing me,
Please, hallows of music, give me my one last chance.

And in empty halls, the chorus played
With the piano, the Maestro, the fife
The harp, the cello had me slayed,
O, muses! Please save my life.

It must have been a terrible sin,
What have I done to you?
For you to have those notorious grins,
and evil laughs as the wind blew.

And from this nightmare, too, I shall wake,
In made by the sunshine heat,
And please for all of music's sake,
Don't ever give me defeat.

The Woodcutter and Me

I am a tree in sorrow and misery,
My eyes, my shadows are all in history
My blissful days all bid me goodbye,
But jocund is my soul that arises to fly.

Now I may share a story if you will yearn,
For a wonderful lesson, from here you will learn
The ways of your race to my happy days,
Is like a topsy-turvy town inside a great maze.

Once from the past a man came to me,
With a cutter and a catcher and a face filled with glee
He hit me and beat me but the wind came to save,
The life that our Father blessed me and gave

The wind blew and made the man fly,
Down from this lowly Earth up to the sky
His hands trembled, and his mouth babbled,
All the things flew, and his life was gobbled.

After this, my woody life was spared,
And a fruit of pure happiness I have blissfully shared
A new day came through my way, full of hope, very gay,
Smiles flooded even if it’s only May

And my message to today’s youth
A hand of help would generously soothe
My troubles and my grief to you I will leave
And a bright ray of the future to everyone I will give