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 by 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 rusted the fight



It's already overdue you will not be heard by many now

But I'll always be amazed by every sound you 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