Song of the Forlorn Son

Echoes of Forsaken Dreams: The Melancholic Journey in 'Song of the Forlorn Son'
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Lyrics

Wretched is my lot here, mirthless is my fate

My situation is miserable, and my destiny lacks joy.

Alone to face the cruel winters, endure the dreary cold

I am left alone to confront harsh winters and endure the bleak cold.

What is there to hope for, what is there to seek

I am questioning what possibilities exist to aspire to or pursue.

For this forsaken child, for this forlorn son

This abandoned child, this deeply saddened son.


Whose sins am I now atoning for?

I wonder whose wrongdoings I am paying for now.

Whose lapses am I forced to undo?

Whose mistakes am I compelled to rectify?


So echoes my tune through these darkling shaws

My melody resonates through these dark, shadowy woods.

Above the frozen streams resounds my song

Around the frozen rivers, my song reverberates.

Only these sullen trees will hearken to me

Only these melancholic trees listen to my music.

Only snow-bound hills ever hear my call

Only snow-covered hills ever hear my cry.


What is there to hope for, what is there to seek

I'm still contemplating what prospects there are to anticipate or pursue.

For this forsaken child, for this forlorn son

For this abandoned child, for this deeply saddened son.

For this embittered man, for this grim castaway

For this bitter man, for this isolated outcast.


Solace I find in the light of the pale moon

I discover comfort in the moon's faint light.

My comfort in the night the murmur of the trees

During the night, solace comes from the whispers of the trees.

Now I set forth without ever glancing back

Now, I'm moving forward without looking back.

It is time to make my own way through the dusk

It's time for me to pave my own path through the fading light.

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