Found Out
By John M Lennon
Words of what you think are art
See it through my eyes
And the pain from the start
So with each tear that is shed
One more word you have read
Filling up what use to be said
As it is now roses that are laid,
On my monument instead
With you staring at the dash...
Wondering what has been left out
As you now scream and shout
Because in the loneliness
You have found out
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