The trust funds so loud scream now!
Aloud they cry about the atrocities...

What..
Was the question...

We all once played the game.
Layed our cards on the table...

He was a man with a keen sense of right,
He knew how to smile, how to truly love life...

I suppose now, as I sit and look back,
It wasn't weakness or what I lacked...

If you had to say goodbye to someone you would...
Could you say all that you would need with just...

There is an elegance to it all,
This constant rise, and ceaseless fall...

Till next we meet,
My friend so dear...

You watch the clock, tick its life away,
You drift in and out as it kills the day...

But the words they do escape me,
As swiftly as any deer...