The Song of Doubt
The cold King's heart seems rather warm,
for he'll let us walk and live. And live in love
as we walk away from the
lonely streets of
hell. I will
never turn to face your
face, your lovely face, my love.
I promise I will be strong, I'll
sing away your silly fears and
Eurydice, never wander far.
Just stay behind me and I
will be your love,your lamp,
your song, your guide.
Sing a song as we walk away
from this icy labyrinth, leaving
the underworld as we follow the
blinking of surface
Eurydice? I can't hear your voice.
Your footsteps and your lovely song
make no music, no rhyme, or even
the faintest noise.
Are you there?
Are you there, my love?
Are you there, Eurydice? Or
is this some sour surprise?
Hades is king. So why, o why, would
he listen to my song? Why should
he bow down to the poem of a poor
and lovestruck boy.
This is my song of doubt, the hymn
of sorry lovers and a promise
that's been broken.
You look like the sunflower moon,
yellowing the heavens while
you cry and cry
in full bloom.
Eurydice, forgive me and forgive
my song of doubt.
I'll see you somewhere warmer,
across the starry skies.