sit somewhere I have a story to tell
about a boy who went from heaven to hell
who reached the peak of grace and then he fell
how he felt despair, cried, and yelled
the boy was once a master of words
he wrote for children and rich nobles
all were fans of his mysterious works
oh, over fiction, he ruled so well
one fine day the boy met a girl
holding his book she was crying alone
and wondered how beautiful tears looked on pearls
but the reason for her crying was yet unknown
so he took a step and stood by her side said
"excuse me m'lady but why do you cry
this book has no parting nor has she died
then what is the meaning behind those tears that you hide"
as he said this she looked into his eyes
he saw an emerald reflecting the skies
the lady at once regained her calm
he said "Sorry for shocking you I meant no harm"
she smiled at him whilst hiding her sadness
while he was lost in her beauty's vastness
"I'm sorry for the unbecoming display,"
she said as she did adjust the hat on her head
"I am but hurt by the writer's words
as he shows no emotion in his all works
there is no love nor hate here
certainly no affection for his characters he bares
how can someone write such a wonderful story
yet bare no feeling to that I worry
a painting of art filled with glee
yet no color in the picture do I see
it's saddening to me and so I cry
such beautiful work and yet why;
there are no feelings to his words
there is no color in his beautiful worlds"
at her words, the boy fell silent
a calm demeanor yet inside he's violent
could it be she knows he's weak
and for the first time, the boy had nothing to speak
he gazed in silence towards the damsel in black
curious she was of his feelings she inquired
"Are you alright oh sir whose name I still lack"
regaining his calm he answers this buyer
"oh malady I'm a sinner under the sky
whose book you do hold that made you cry
I found your words worthy of praise
so much that I ponder how were you raised
to understand my feelings with words alone
how could you know there is no heart
that no love for them do I hone
that no color do I show in all my art
it is true that I have no love
no one to hate I live like this alone
I looked at the sky above alone
as I was I felt no bliss
my art reflects my broken heart
and a painting without colors play their part
by no means do I do this on purpose
as not all clowns are happy acting in a circus"
listening to this the girl stayed still
her eyes still wet she at once said
"Why are you smiling when you want to kill
why does your face seem like molten lead
you seem calm yet a storm rages in you
all of you is black but the skin seems blue
so much hate and thirst for blood
don't hide your pain or your heart will flood"
once again the boy felt frighted
how deep has she laid her sight
how does she know the boy can't tell
what does she know!? inside he yelled
meeting this lady the boy felt despair
she opened his heart and laid it bare
all those feelings he dug deep within
she pulled them out easily like it was all written
there is no mistake she knows me now
then why do I still feel so calm
I can feel light, but why and how
no fire is burnt yet I feel warm
at that time did the boy not know
he was hit with a Cupid's bow
shot to the heart he fell in love
with a damsel that knew
and he looked above he stared silently
as she stood firm, a smile he showed
which reflected his burn
the girl saw this and felt a shudder
as the sky had lost all its color
seeing this expression a thought came to mind
"Just how much does he hate his kind
I now understand the meaning, of his words
why is there no color in all his worlds
if someone could see this honest sight
surely they'll shiver, curse and fright"
but not the girl, as she is the same
she smiles at him, a kindness without shame
and before the boy, a scene unfolds
truly some words are best left untold
they both affirm each other's hate
this must be some sort of fate
a boy who's ruled by despair
and dark a girl who's lost yet still sends a spark
heads or tails they are the same
for them, this world is naught but a game
he lives alone deep in the abyss
she chose the light to shine with bliss
like yin and yang, they both meet
destiny is something you just can't beat
how will this story change their lives
will he forgive or will she die
will they act or will they repel
a story so cruel that cries even hell
sit somewhere I have a story to tell
sit somewhere I have a story to tell