Some are rewarded
For their acts of bravery.
Some are praised
While others are persecuted;
Some go unnoticed,
Like a tree's plummet
In an empty forest,
Only recieving recognition
From the silent applause of onlooking spirits.
But me---
Oh, how the sparrows lament!
They cut out my tongue
And let me swing on the sweetest winds,
A martyr for the crime of love.
