The Shanty of Young Lio's Plight

(Verse 1) In Austin's keep, young Lio dwelt, With dreams as vast as the ocean swelt, He longed for wax, as clear as glass, To fill his room before he'd pass. (Chorus) Oh, wail, ye winds, oh, moan, ye sea, A lad so burdened should never be, With throat so raw and voice but gone, Sing the tale of Lio’s mourn. (Verse 2) A sickness came, a vile thief, Stole his voice, his smell, his brief, No words to speak, just taps and clicks, Through digital tones, his silence sticks. (Chorus) Oh, wail, ye winds, oh, moan, ye sea, A lad so burdened should never be, With throat so raw and voice but gone, Sing the tale of Lio’s mourn. (Verse 3) From DFW, young Alex came, For birthday joys, not a cousin’s bane, But found instead a somber room, Where scents of wax met with gloom. (Verse 4) The wax melts came, a scentless tease, In Lio's hand, he tried to please, But smells of spring he could not catch, A gift so fair, yet no match. (Chorus) Oh, wail, ye winds, oh, moan, ye sea, A lad so burdened should never be, With throat so raw and voice but gone, Sing the tale of Lio’s mourn. (Verse 5) On birthday's morn, no candles blown, In silent prayers, his plight was known, For all the joys that passed him by, In whispered winds, his hopes did lie. (Final Chorus) Oh, wail, ye winds, oh, moan, ye sea, Bring back the boy he used to be, With voice and scent, let him embrace, A life regained, in time's own grace. (Outro)