Yet another day in the books of man
And I try in every possible way I can
Silence grow fond of me
In time's righteousness was I made to believe
Remember me before I'm gone—
Memories build the man you see
Amidst the draught I still give
Drowning so others may float
Underneath life's sacrifice I became the goat
Gracing every field yet I'm still unheard of
Up since dawn, I'm just a man waiting to be gone
You see the truth laid in state
Underneath the cloth, clad in white
So you see, finally married to the silence
In peace I shall ever lay, count my stars
For it shone in your darkest hours—but now, no more!
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A Heart That Ever Cried
PoetryA Heart That Ever Cried knows pain, knows love, knows loss, and knows how to reconcile his emotions. Above all, that heart knows how to inspire through such reality. This is only the beginning of something new and critically informative about the bl...
