Upon Broken Strings
Recoiling on the bitter tones When bridges are sharp like stones I’m fretting about these rough edges Upon broken strings Transposing on the fly Hear the lonely harp cry The tune may have changed But the song remains the same Blood tears dripping on the chords Upon broken strings Transposing on the fly Hear the lonely harp cry Sadness heavy upon the strings This broken thing has a sting Playing through till joy comes home Upon broken strings Transposing on the fly Hear the lonely harp cry No time to stop I’m not done regretting It is all about the blues in this setting Where am I heading I don’t know When heartstrings are vibrating still And the mind spins like a wagon wheel Upon broken strings Transposing on the fly Hear the lonely harp cry
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