reflections of a saint

a life sacrificed and the joy was to see a world reborn, to see innocence be. lucy, oh luch how simple and naive you do see things! that justice and idealism meet that no more tears of why ... when stones break for lack of tears. a world so cold, so aloof, so self assured based on lies, a world i did not want to be a part of and thus i bled that others might live, truly, to have heartbeat i longed for. and the world changed, not, memories forgotten, stories retold ... that wasn't how it went at all and yet the ink becomes solid like me. a gravestone with mouth muted. what did i sacrifice for?