Paces we dote
Might marvel
Might vote
For out our tears to quell

Reasons of sincerity
In looking glass speed
Broken hearts are a virginity
Made to go, made to heed

Salt, we found twain
A heaven to keep
Round eyes of pain
But a stare, with moments to leap

To these, a step is...
Many and might we don't
The needs of other voices, as if
A herald of wisdom, is when wont...

Care, for but a day
Silence sifted, given poise
Account us, the throe of light to say
Where sated forces dwindle, there is a choice