a life sacrificed and the joy was to see

a world reborn, to see innocence be.

lucy, oh luch how simple and naive you do see things!

that justice and idealism meet

that no more tears of why … when

stones break for lack of tears.

a world so cold, so aloof, so self assured

based on lies, a world i did not want to be a part of

and thus i bled

that others might live, truly, to have heartbeat

i longed for.

and the world changed, not, memories

forgotten, stories retold …

that wasn’t how it went at all

and yet the ink becomes solid

like me. a gravestone with mouth

muted. what did i sacrifice for?