Empty ice cream cartons and salty eyes 

All noise, and pestilence slowly dies 

She feels the pain 

Battles not fought for gain 

Battles still fought nonetheless 

The cause slowly begining to digress 

For the purpose is not strong enough to make past 

The battle, alas

Must it always be the female

Towards which leans the scale

of destout

eyes following their momentary drought 

If only the stains on his cheek 

Were prominent enough for her to see 

Every time she came near 

He'd wish she'd see his single tear