Her distress

She cries and the sound moves and shakes
There's a life of it's own in there as it lights up and dims
A sad city, sometimes sad cities are all we build

She cries in lingering colorful whimpers
Press your soul to comfort her distress
For this is unnecessary beauty

Putting yourself into the corner of the heart that is the sourest
Forcefully attempting to extinguish the dismay
And it levels out girl, bit by bit

Her sniffles sudden and dragging somber interludes
Her personal moans and mumbles
Comfort her distress if your soul be honest