Every Fall has a Poet

[Iesu]

Every fall has its poet

They fought the war, but none agreed upon the end
They knew no wrong, but it was the obvious fault
They kept on fighting, only to make their souls rend
They hid their secrets, screaming in their head

They made mistakes, all of us do
They did wrong, there was no end to
Their suffering, but who could blame them
Where the finger points is not the question here

Tell the tale, shout the faults of old
Don?t make them forget, what we?ve endured
Speak the word, let it not grow cold
Keep it in their mind, only then to find

Each tale of suffering, each moment of triumph
Each time of hatred, each creation of love
Each silent bliss, each maddened anger
Each fall that passes, each has its poet

Let none forget, lest everyone falls