The world will tell all,
Yet will never be told.
Deeds will be forgotten,
Your sins carved in gold.
Don't tell a broken heart to heal when it can.
None know a broken heart but a broken man.
They shall pour till they cannot,
And their tears, they will dry.
They will build a tower of rage
And keep their fire alive.
Don't name their murder for the poetry of angst.
None but them know the words they had sang.