The Beauty of Sorrow is a Savage song.

The rhyme it isn’t working, the lines are long
or  short. I promise to improve them but

I must also have my say (Doc Williams please

Come help me, Mr. Grouch, don’t worry

I won’t judge you worse than I).  Yes, America

Is beautiful we know that that is true,

And yes every Lovely woman has her enemies,

Mostly she selects herself as her own Adversary.

But let me say this, settle down, America,

Yes you are the Fairest of them All, but can’t you

Stop and slow things down.  Must you rush

To batter innocence with which you fell in love?

The Beauty of sorrow is a savage song
sung from the Cinders of a lyre in flame.