Four chambers barreled together, locked in a chest behind a cage forever, in the darkness crying away in a timbre, that few can hear carrying on to remember, while forcing away tears of sad Decembers, its song, Thump-Thump Thump-Thump, reaches out to others and cries "Life has been unfair to all of us!" matching tone and pitch with a choir of stitched up and beaten down trampled on hearts, whos' sorrow covers thick the floor of tomorrow, each beat crashing waves against times past to furrow, the brows of confused listeners and those who follow the beat that resonates within, who then find tomorrow to be a better hue, for the tune reached out and elevated now, those who dared remember their sorrow together, to a place where the heavens now tremor to their beat of Thump-Thump Thump-Thump, so those who know lonesome and sorrow as Christmas gifts down on the street, at least have a song to join in on, so lonesome can sing along while sorrow keeps the beat, as shadows of wishes dance between the lights that play on twisted strings over happy homes on which are reindeer and angel wings, their colors and lights refracted through tears turn each into a star that when wished upon returns only a silence, a reminder of where you are, a soloist who's part in the choir is needed so all the stars can hear it, the cry of a bleeding heart in the dark, to join the lonely others who find comfort and solace in their parts,
Thump-Thump Thump-Thump Thump-Thump Thump-Thump Four chambers barreled together, locked in a chest behind a cage forever, in the darkness singing away in a timbre, that resonates the soul so others will remember, those in need of just a glimmer, so their song, Thump-Thump Thump-Thump, won't be their last performance this December.
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