Song of Sorrow

Incriminating heartbeats under wood boards, but now it's in my chest
The unsubtle reminder that tonight will bear no rest

The wife whose loss of control preceded the pillar of salt
I'm calculating the point at which I was frozen in fault

Spring lilies all covered in snow
The tasteless meal I couldn't forego

All results of eyes that had no fill of seeing
And the cause of despair consuming my being

Fingers at work, telling tales from stirred mind
Depicting images that should've been left behind

As if the free bird descended and caged itself
I sing my song of sorrow from the shadow of the shelf

I sing it sweet and I sing it long
Establishing a thick melody as penance for wrong