As the angels hold the harps in thire hands , a melody ready to be played
The melody of the loved ,a melody everyone loves
As the chorus is played through out the world
The noise has shook the earth
It has reached many ,and many have found peace in this melody
But the melody for the broken are the notes best not played
As not only strings but words can only be the remedy for a broken soul
The lost will not suffer and the dead not forgotten
The angels only remember the words for the forgotten
As no melody exists to know the pain of these few but only words
Forsaken words many do not wish to speak of
Because they wish to live a perfect life and leave the forgotten to be
As they soon fade from the memorys of the angels
They forget the remedy for a broken soul
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