I try to write an epic poem
But all that comes when my soul breaks
Is seeing you wrapped up in blankets
Waiting upon your heartbreak

Routinely expecting false hope, false  courage
False everything that we all hold dear
For somebody else to say we're stupid
For holding hope in our our thoughts so clear

I try to write an epic poem
That will resinate with the masses beyond
But all that will happen, from here and now
Is that we will wait, not in ocean but pond.