A story to tell and A secret to hide
With a man full of sorrow, Truly
A smile that was needed to barrow
Like a passing storm with a bull for the mind.

He whimpers, as he realizes his time
Once he hangs, a sad song sings for the blind
It must be admitted that he will be the last
of his kind, Truly a dark day from this man’s eyes.

The Note reads, don’t be sorry
For your crimes of leaving a man like
Me behind, Don’t think of the times
Where I was left for the dark only as a child.
Don’t be sorry for a broken man
With a broken mind, A broken heart
That is broken glass, don’t wonder how I was alive
With this unspoken pain inside.

May the divine judge me for not what is
In this dark mind, But the peace that
Came to be by his holy side, That
Men like me may have a chance to happily die.

I use to smile at the sky, hoping
One day I might be flying that high
I use to sit out at night, Peace creates
A smile that needs no disguise