Of all of those forgotten things 
We say we'll do but don't 
Of all the tears and blood that flows 
We want to laugh but won't

Of all the secrets held and shared
How many of them lied
To you, to me, to nature's face
The sky has all but cried

I am the moth, circ'ling fire
Taunt the burning light of life
Before the wind comes from the north
I hug the stainless bloody knife

I'm sitting in a puddle, shadows 
My reflection isn't right 
The mud is on my shoelaces 
There're stars but it's not night 

And I wonder at the moonless sky
Where brothers love the lost
And all's remembered to be forgotten
Oh at such a cost