so much for balance

 narrow the vision and a world's unseen

withhold the names and much is left unsaid

a simple thing but so easy to dread

you learn the facts and then you are not keen

to face what is to come the things that mean

not merely change but that you were misled

by a false light and too soon will be dead

to all that mattered and will leave the scene

this altered light suffices to inform

our surging hearts of the firm pace of time

just as our eyes catch sight of the grim bird

that circles slowly just before the storm

clear testament to what had been a crime

that speaks as loudly as a human word

its tribute of wild tears

 at the last end naught's left but a bare name

there is no straight account of loss or gain

you can't expect loud hatred or acclaim

 

this is the price each pays to avoid shame

to keep things hidden and stave off the stain

at the last end naught's left but a bare name

 

this siren blast will serve to point the blame

right where you want it where you won't complain

you can't expect loud hatred or acclaim

 

instead some mention of the sort of game

that you would play so you could ascertain

at the last end naught's left but a bare name

 

no one has set the picture in its frame

the proper sequence is not yet in train

you can't expect loud hatred or acclaim

 

after this run no wonder you turn lame

there's no escape you must accept the pain

at the last end naught's left but a bare name

you can't expect loud hatred or acclaim