Funeral of misplaced want

 

Alas my love its come to pass I’ve tired of our idle song.

I euthanize my failing hope give it to naught where it belongs.

 

Thou love me not, we know this truth. I finally acquiesce to fate.

A thousand lies I told myself to ease the bruise I contemplate.

 

Dust to dust no divine spark to bring the miracle to life.

Ill begotten travesty I see it now from empty height.

 

Were your silken words of truth, your actions louder they would speak.

I lay to rest my orphaned heart to walk my freedoms lonely street.