I cry and I cry

for you’re the reason why

and as my tears run dry

I’ll wither up and sigh

yet you’ll be the one to die

my breath shall spoil

and my blood will boil

but I will continue

while you all dwindle

as my hearth rekindles

you still will dwindle

but not I; I’ll continue

I am your funeral

for the feeling was mutual

this is your future to come

and none can run;

do you remember your fun

under that black sun

as I come undone?

currently, you live in fear

as my ends draw near

but for now I’ll cry

and continue to sigh

before withering up to die

‘til you politicians realize

that I was not meant to die