And now we know,
No-one's listening.
And now we know,
No-one cares.

I'm not much of a wordsmith,
I don't craft iron into beauty.
Like a witness to a masterpiece,
I recant what I see.
I leave it cold hard and heavy and as precious as it's ever going to be.

And now we know,
No-one's listening.
And now we know,
No-one cares.

She didn't know this,
But she was an artist,
She painted everyday of her life.
Every step that she took was a sculpture waiting to be realized,
Every movement she made was a mural of the person she wanted to be.

And now we know,
No-one's listening.
And now we know,
No-one cares.



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