Beneath the grass, lonely cries are heard as a boy listens to girl with the voice of a songbird the sky is as dark as a crippling lotus but nobody seems to feel it, or notice as the stories of the brokenhearted unfold there is nothing left to be heard, and nothing left to be told lily sings the lonely to sleep through a digital disk, and secrets deep it fills his heart, pierced with a hole he would know, his soul would never be whole he wished she was real searching for solace, waiting for the end fallen petals, that fade into water signifying, his love, all slaughtered
