Perfect Stillness

It takes more than a brave man to confess 

To those old happenings that have left him

Lost in the solace of perfect stillness


He was that person who scoffed at distress 

And was ruled by the cruel caress of whim,

It takes more than a brave man to confess.


Sacrifice on the alter of success 

Everything but the small stones that skim

Beyond the solace of perfect stillness.


And of the men that came to save us

Their faith was fading and wearing thin

They were not the men who could confess.


But they will march on nevertheless

And lose our prayers and desperate hymns 

All the solace of perfect stillness.


There are no gods or divine to bless

The parents and lovers who will miss him.

It takes more than a brave man to confess

Lost in the solace of perfect stillness.

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