Listen to my forgotten song,

For it will be forgotten soon.

Listen to the bells in the wind,

For they too will be silenced by noon.

All things fade, or so I have been told.

But I thought that never would your heart grow so cold.

I see now that I was mistaken,

For I had not foreseen that your heart would be taken

Like cut glass it shined in the light

Always keeping the darkness from sight.

A pretty facade that fooled us all.

So that no one could be there to witness your fall.