Bitter Sweet Symphony.This Life
He sat on the soft bed and let out a quiet sob. The elven lord examined the room with tearful eyes let them linger on the bedside table. A note. Walking around the blood stained carpet and towards the place where the piece of paper rested. With a somber tone he picked up the tear stained page and read aloud.
Cos' it's a bittersweet symphony this life...
Trying to make ends meet , you're a slave to the power then you die.
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down...
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet , yeah.
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold , I am here in my mold.
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next...
I can't change my mold.
Well I never pray,
But tonight I'm on my knees, yeah.
I need to hear some sounds that recognise the pain in me, yeah.
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind , I feel free now.
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now.
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold.
Cos' it's a bittersweet symphony this life.
Trying to make ends meet, trying to find some power then you die.
You know I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next.
I can't change my mold.
Copyright verve
I love you, but not myself. Goodbye. Your ever faithful Granddaughter, Bele.
Words failed the fair immortal. She did this to herself? But why? No longer able to suppress a cry, a sound pierced the mystical woods of Rivendell of the likes it will hopefully never hear again. Dropping to his knees, Elrond closed the eyes that were seemingly staring him. But he knew were void of any life. As his hand left her face, he looked longingly at the shell of a girl he once knew and loved, willing her to wake. But no matter how much he hoped, her life was gone. For good this time. Elrond knew no matter how renowned his healing skills were, she was gone. He held up her blood soaked wrists and sobbed. The elf lord caught a glimpse of a shard of glass under the white sheets on the bed and slowly stood. Walking with a grace held only by the race of the elves he stooped and picked up the piece of glass he knew ended his beloved child's life by her own hand. A clear sheen of red could be seen, how ever faint. A tear parted the red stain. Laying the glass on the clean white sheets again he walked out of the room that held so much pain. //She was right.//
He sat on the soft bed and let out a quiet sob. The elven lord examined the room with tearful eyes let them linger on the bedside table. A note. Walking around the blood stained carpet and towards the place where the piece of paper rested. With a somber tone he picked up the tear stained page and read aloud.
Cos' it's a bittersweet symphony this life...
Trying to make ends meet , you're a slave to the power then you die.
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down...
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet , yeah.
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold , I am here in my mold.
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next...
I can't change my mold.
Well I never pray,
But tonight I'm on my knees, yeah.
I need to hear some sounds that recognise the pain in me, yeah.
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind , I feel free now.
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now.
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold.
Cos' it's a bittersweet symphony this life.
Trying to make ends meet, trying to find some power then you die.
You know I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next.
I can't change my mold.
Copyright verve
I love you, but not myself. Goodbye. Your ever faithful Granddaughter, Bele.
Words failed the fair immortal. She did this to herself? But why? No longer able to suppress a cry, a sound pierced the mystical woods of Rivendell of the likes it will hopefully never hear again. Dropping to his knees, Elrond closed the eyes that were seemingly staring him. But he knew were void of any life. As his hand left her face, he looked longingly at the shell of a girl he once knew and loved, willing her to wake. But no matter how much he hoped, her life was gone. For good this time. Elrond knew no matter how renowned his healing skills were, she was gone. He held up her blood soaked wrists and sobbed. The elf lord caught a glimpse of a shard of glass under the white sheets on the bed and slowly stood. Walking with a grace held only by the race of the elves he stooped and picked up the piece of glass he knew ended his beloved child's life by her own hand. A clear sheen of red could be seen, how ever faint. A tear parted the red stain. Laying the glass on the clean white sheets again he walked out of the room that held so much pain. //She was right.//