The song of sorrows

Life is but a song of sorrows,
Days can feel like miserable melodies.
Our heartstrings plucked,
Chords that resonate with tragedy.

The beating drum, a dark percussion,
Can serve as rhythm to the chorus of our love and joy.
That which is memorized by heart,
In every generation, the song is sung.

In every life, a note is played�"
Lows entwined with our highest moments,
Giving credence to suffering,
Unifying our spirits in a grand orchestra,

Composing a symphony of our very soul.