My name is Pain

No matter what I do, what I do don't matter
I loved many, but no one like the latter
and my heart has suffered, like nothing else
my soul, was punished, it was sent to hell
my name is melancholy, her first name is hate
All I can say is sorry, I have to accept my fate
can my heart recover to its former state?
or should I play along, as if I were on stage?
My mind bear questions, my body a weakened soul
like windowless houses, where the wind can't blow
I feel as I'm trapped, doomed to parish alone
All this has happend, 'cause my love is gone
Shall I find love, once again I swear
that I will not let myself be dragged by dispair
I still believe in love, trust and fidelity
shall I lose myself, I pray, not my serenity
My name will then be grief, her first name lament.
I'll be lost and scared, she'll be all but content
To God I'll pray, and hopefully will not be in vain
For now let her name be sorrow, 'cause my first is pain.


André Luiz Coelho

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