I've noted that for most of my life, I've said too much, I've wasted too much breath on pain, so now I choose to rarely say anything, Silence is enough weight.
For every man who has fallen, there is a woman who has kissed his feet, so she marries the ground, and the dirt, and the earth, while all of you look up, wondering how you became so brave, and handsome, with your lipstick stained cheeks.
How dare the day keep going on How rude Don’t the sun and the moon Know you died Can’t the earth hear me cry Why is it still spinning Why does every day still Go on