Orfeo, turn around, Eurydicē

Put away your misery
Tug away the pain
Stop numbing this with debauchery
Nor let your self it taints

You've witnessed every shatters
You've picked up all the debris
For every one that matters
Leaves shadows scar your iris

A heart filled by nothing
Dampens the light encircles
Their kindness meant for soothing
Scorched pride turns obstacles

Don't shun us from your sadness
Disguised by sardonic sarcasm
Amidst the sorrow lonesomeness
Rest, let us take you to our bosoms
I know that it won't cease hurting
But at least you'll have a shelter for the wounded soul