The flowers have
wilted on the sill
And words have been
kept so small and still
And yet if the great
opinion speaks
Then sadly we nod
our heads and agree
Barely a mention
of your name
On deaf ears a
distant whisper
Whatever no
one gets it
It's already overdue you
will not be heard by many now
But I'll always be amazed
be every sound your ever made
While building a
tolerance to them
You made sorrow sound
like a good friend
The well where the
poison pen was drawn
The same place you
trusted then but
was gone Enemies
battled in your mind
Until all the blood
shed leaked down
Dried up and
Fm(hold)
It's already overdue you
will not be heard by many now
But I'll always be amazed
be every sound your ever made
And since I did not know you
I can only say but a few words
Too bad they won't hear your song
that I've been singing all alone
Outro: Spoken