Here we wrote a broken book
One that's told by a lovely crook
Who lived his life bent to defy
History seen from a man's good eye.

The hero lost to a man he fought
A stranger who broke down and caught
Rain that slipped from behind a cloud
And landed on a bride who vowed.

Through fairytales and twisted schemes
A little girl in war still dreams
Of promises devoid in books
The truth abandoned in her looks.

We hide away from truths we seek
Questioning the ways we sneak
Beneath the lies of death that bled
Are the ends of stories left unsaid.