I Hear The Dead Man

I know why the dead men wail,

I know of that wrenching tale,

They cry not, for the men at the funeral

The ones who shed tears

The dead die for the silent ones,

One whose tears have dried,

One whose throat is choked,

One who has questions for them,

Answers they wail, but no one hears,

Questions hurt more than tears,

No, they dead don't become stars,

They lie among us, beside us,

Death is no escape, my dear friends,

It's just silence, silence and silence.