the will to live

When the last word has been spoken

And we've beared witness to the final setting sun

All that shall remains is a token

Of what we've said and done

When all we've had has been forsaken

Distant church bells no longer ring

That's the sound of a heart taken

And the story of tears from a king

The stones from my enemies

These wounds will mend

But I cannot survive

The roses from my friends

~ben harper