“Everyone is tired of what I have to say,”
He said to nobody but himself
“The more I complain the more they walk away”
There’s no time to mourn
The death of an innocent boy
Even though he does not know it yet
His fate is in the hands of someone else

A crazy man tires of dream lies
He scares everyone with his rage
He doesn’t care if tomorrow comes or goes
Without his hope we are afraid
The locks on the vault watch closely
Because truth is their greatest fear

As the quiet of the evening approaches
Their senses remain on alert
They let him live and that was their mistake
The witness wonders about silence
Advantage is not easily gained
Is his voice worth the cost?