A/N: It's part of my life, fellas. Heart's still singing it... Maybe just a review or two?


Let no one sing of Sorrow's cold,

Or of fierce Agony's hot heat,

Until he hears a song untold;

Of where cool wounds and hot tears meet.

Has one ever been forsaken,

In a foreign land so alone?

Prejudice shifts to awaken

In predators of one unknown.

They sang their patriotic pride,

To the one without his estate,

Waiting for him to run and hide.

To die was to retaliate.

Yet that one chose the path of pain.

If only his song may remain.