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