Lonely Strings

Oh Lonely Strings...
Made For Amuse The Silent...
Vibrated To Escort Every Lullaby...
In Middle Of Crused Night...

Oh Lonely Strings...
Lied In The Middle Of The commotion...
Live In The Silent...  
Waiting For The Poets in Every Your Pain...

Oh Lonely Strings...
There is so Much Melody that reflecting my Hestiate...
The False melody that Sounds Beautiful...
Deep Down In my Heart...

Oh Lonely Strings...
Do You feel The Same Thing With Me?
Despairing In Every my Steps...
Don't Have any Destination of My heart...

Oh Lonely Srings...
being futile or useless, doesn't Matter Anymore...
cuz You are my destination...
And I'm Your Poet...