Loud Hearts

we meet, we walk, we hold, we stand.
we stand, into our eyes,
we stand, before our lips,
we stand, hands beside.


every single heart speaks the same story,
every single halt louds the same glory.

never speaks those died heart,
never speaks those terrified halt.

of what they did
of what they didn't.

of what they had,
of what they hadn't.

Only I sit at those halt, and think of those heart,
who never ever met, who never ever did, who never ever had.