"Nobody knows the trouble I've seen.
Nobody knows my sorrow."

"Horace, will you please stop singing that song?" Will said in an exasperated tone of voice.

Horace stared at Will. "No! I won't ever stop singing until somebody knows about my sorrow!"

"You don't have any sorrow, Horace," Will said dully.

"I do too! I have so much sorrow that it literally flows out of my soul!"

Will stared at Horace. "It literally flows out of your soul?"

Horace nodded. "It literally flows out of my soul."

Will shook his head. "Just…Please do not sing any more."

"But, if I don't sing, I'll have more sorrow that will flow out of my soul and my soul might maybe explode!"

Will looked at Horace. "Then your soul can explode."

Horace attempted to raise an eyebrow at Will. "You've been spending way too much time around Halt."