i hear your voice
they're put away
all these hurts
i've kept at bay

yet  here i sit
to dry your tears
while deep inside
my pain appears

in rips and tears
within my soul
but there they'll stay
until you're whole

and when it's done
you know it's true,
return my hope
i beg of you

for all is gone
and i still hurt
with tears still wet
upon my shirt

i turn to go
and hide this pain
because of you
no hope remains

for all the hurt
is locked up too
so deep inside
and far from view

he hung there in the twilight
like a scarecrow facing the dawn. 
tears frozen to his face
as they secretly fell into his soul. 
all alone in that field,
he cried.
we left him there that day.

now, a year later,
we speak again. 
to remember,
to mourn,
to scream out in rage
at the battles he fought
so soon after death.
we stand at this grave
to find that soul
that we left hanging there
on a fence post. 
nailed down by innocence
and bleeding for the sins
of an entire nation.
what have we become?

a martyr for the youth of a world
at war with itself.
a symbol of the thousands of others
who hang there
just as he does,
forgotten in the autumn cold.

another sunrise,
another tear,
each for a day that all remember.
each for a world
we hope to save.
we stand together in love,
in hate,
in disgust,
for a war with no end
and for an angel
with no god.

we miss you, Matt. 

because i’m in hell, you say
because i can’t help anymore
i turn away, you say
i live another day so you may not
it’s merely war, you say
so why is there no reply?

i look away, a tear falls
because you can’t help anymore
everything falls apart
because you left me here.
there’s no one left to miss
no one left to long for.
it’s just loneliness, you say.
so why can’t i run away?

sitting at this diner, i sleep
dead to the world
because you turned away
coffee stains the future
there’s nothing here today
i have no thoughts left
my life is different now, you say
why must i remain the same?

because you’re wrong, you say
because i hate this place
i’m leaving, you say
turn away, forget this life
there’s nothing left
my schedule’s full, you say
but why do i feel so empty?

it’s only me....you say