a Jigsaw
The Trial
It was 1881 when my grandfather died,And to this day I don't know why, I feel as thoughI am too small for his shoes,Yes i amWith a long beard and a slow heart, I used to hear him sayBut I still have stories to tellit never pours, rain is never gentle to a tormented soul(oh and) he who never speaks, has a thousand voices withinand I have you, but you have themYes you doMercy, mercy, cries the sweat of my handsNow they move a little faster, and they whisper to each otherIt's gonna be a big, big fallYes it willDeath has a funny way of sneaking up on meThat's what i say so i can sleepBut the screams won't go and the thunder won't talk to me anymore(oh and) he who never speaks, has a thousand voices withinand I have you, but you have themAiming at my heartI will never let the wolf goand I have you, but you have themYes youIt was 1881 when my grandfather died,
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