I have no right to write of him
if I know a thing, it's from talk.
It seems he took a wife
who could not walk the walk
He served his country well
he earned her a pension
and then he may have fell
not paying attention.
Can't imagine the pain
that leads to suicide
never tried to explain
a thing he had to hide.
Like an unfinished ballad
his whole life was cut too short
I envied the love he had
while I searched for a consort.
Who am I to hold any grudge?
Every heart needs protection
Whose fault is that, you be the judge
When it comes to her rejection
I have no reason nor room to talk
about the pain of Mr Faulk
