Search my soul with sounds of your dead violin

Sing to me words that ring off key 

Sounds that howls dark in the night 

The beauty that was is now lost from my perfect sight

Dead fingers strum chords on a broken guitar 

 decaying life's dreams

She holds the mic 
She cries out for her life 

A vase on the piano holds  flowers - wilted by her sad desires 

Shadowed by this place
Her face stays hidden

It's a show 

Below

The shiny lights of Broadway 

Frequented by freaks
Living below the streets 

It's a sold out show 
nightly 
full of lost souls 

Forgot by those beautiful sheep one flight above