January 4, 2013

• Empty Chairs at Empty Tables - Les Miserables

  Marius
  There's a grief that can't be spoken
  There's a pain goes on and on
  Empty chairs at empty tables
  Now my friends are dead and gone 

  Here they talked of revolution
  Here it was they lit the flame
  Here they sang about tomorrow
  And tomorrow never came. 

  From the table in the corner
  They could see a world reborn
  And they rose with voices ringing
  I can hear them now!
  The very words that they had sung
  Became their last communion
  On the lowly barricade..
  At dawn. 
  Oh my friends, my friends forgive me. 

  That I live and you are gone
  There's a grief that can't be spoken
  There's a pain goes on and on 

  Phantom faces at the window
  Phantom shadows on the floor
  Empty chairs at empty tables
  Where my friends will meet no more. 

  Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
  What your sacrifice was for
  Empty chairs at empty tables
  Where my friends will sing no more...

   

   

  ....  I mean.  Just leave me on the floor.  sobbing.  

  Leah K.

  • 8:52 pm
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