It would be silent where I am
But counties over would wail
Tear shed for a life so young

They would ship me off
To a place I hate
And have me sit and wait

Through my books they would search
Finding the words
I hold close

Fully understanding the mind I had
Finally seeing the life I had

My letters
Sealed with wax
The book with gold

Words of person
Who knew too much
And said too little