Like the steady beat of every living heart,

Like the wondrous look of a world fallen apart,

Like the sure sound of your last breath before you fall asleep

When there’s no reason left for it to keep.

When the sunlight filters in and bathes the room,

When his only excuse is that he never knew,

When the ache comes after the heart’s already broken,

You will take back your torn up heart, your token.

You will cry with tears of hate.

That won’t be your only mistake.

You’ll never see what’s behind the walls he built.

The sword was gone, never in it’s hilt.

He wasn’t armed against your attack,

He wasn’t going behind your back.

That pause wasn’t a lie because it was too long.

It was because he was surprised that for once you were wrong.