Sorry for the music

The tragic underground vault above
Is like a judgment made of blood and weeping.
The Hope, The Faith and Our Footless Love
Subjected winds and wings are now creeping.
Nobody else is playing games: no ruffs.
And every person’s soul is deadly sleeping.
I’m sorry for the music played for you.
I was so eager after joy of singing.
The end should come. It is long overdue.
You are more interested in hearing words not stinging.
I’m standing like a sinner, like untrue.
But what is guilt?? You cannot tell me swinging…
Those people in a hurry stopped unturned
By evil will of somebody who chose them.
The wires in the passage had been burnt.
They moaned about dirty part of losing.
Cold water drops hid lessons people learned.
The fire stroked their mind, confuse it.
And on that scene you chatter angry speech
And have no doubt that you are pretty holy.
You make words muddy, blame me and beseech
To give away your honor that was stolen.
You let me down. And your requests besiege.
I can not understand your calling.
I’m sorry for the music. It wants cure.
It didn’t want to lie to you, to comfort.
But sounds were lost and melody’s not pure.
The melody, that flew away from suffer.
One woman cried from parting on the view
Of lifeless babies, killed like simple buffi.
But you don’t think that love is shot in sight,
That dirty souls have braked the wings to shivers.
Those days the evidence was blood.
Indifference is blamed – enjoy the silence.
This world of rage is always wrong inside.
And our kings are worse than foxy liars.