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who will cry for atlas
The giant who holds the world
poor poor hapless
giant
world made out of pain
cannot cry cannot weep
cannot show his shame

Blood shows red upon his fingers
the emotion only lingers
tearing at his battered heart
as he tries to hold his art

ballroom made of a crystal shard
glass made out of pain
why does it have to be so hard
to sit still in the rain

Who will cry for atlas his tears he cannot shed
his lover and his future bride that fate forbid him wed
happiness for the gentle giant far beyond his reach
peace of mind for the gentle giant something no-one can teach

He holds up the world that he has made
its weight grows larger every day
his memories begin to fade
foggy becomes his way

A path strewn with stones of sorrow
rolling fogs of fear
on and on atlas will follow
never shall he shed a tear

solitude and peace he searches for
but none shall be found
until he crosses through the door
and his load sets down

Description
who will cry for atlas
The giant who holds the world
poor poor hapless
giant
world made out of pain
cannot cry cannot weep
cannot show his shame

Blood shows red upon his fingers
the emotion only lingers
tearing at his battered heart
as he tries to hold his art

ballroom made of a crystal shard
glass made out of pain
why does it have to be so hard
to sit still in the rain

Who will cry for atlas his tears he cannot shed
his lover and his future bride that fate forbid him wed
happiness for the gentle giant far beyond his reach
peace of mind for the gentle giant something no-one can teach

He holds up the world that he has made
its weight grows larger every day
his memories begin to fade
foggy becomes his way

A path strewn with stones of sorrow
rolling fogs of fear
on and on atlas will follow
never shall he shed a tear

solitude and peace he searches for
but none shall be found
until he crosses through the door
and his load sets down