I grieve for the growth of wild flowers On the fallen graves- How could beauty Come from something so ghastly? I grieve for futures all thrown Inside the waste basket Never to see the light of day And in the putrid dark they stay. I grieve for words that have never been said Which had all rotted inside my head I grieve for that single smile That makes life worthy for a while. I grieve for love unspoken, unsung, unrequited- For love now only known to the dead.