Empty ice cream cartons and salty eyes

All noise, and pestilence slowly dies

She feels the pain

Battles not fought for gain

Battles still fought nonetheless

The cause slowly begining to digress

For the purpose is not strong enough to make past

The battle, alas

Must it always be the female

Towards which leans the scale

of destout

eyes following their momentary drought

If only the stains on his cheek

Were prominent enough for her to see

Every time she came near

He'd wish she'd see his single tear