At This Heart

A child is dead in the heart of men a lonely grave sits unattended who do such a thing I heard them say to someone they had once befriended who would have the child abandoned i look to the gates and the fences unmended i seek all these answers when i kneel to pray but what's left to say despite meaningful words I still dismay this lonesome grave sees no flowers tended when the baleful moon rises another day ended but this grave is still unvisited sadness and shame to this day when all good men did nothing but pray god should have stayed but remorse is lost on those not here i speak of course of men ruled by fear for there is not just one grave unattended there is more than one sin unmended down beside this tomb i solemnly lay when moon rests high and out goes day this child called integrity is dead doubt and vanity has taken its stead this child called Right has been felled by Wrong this grave is unseen and unknown i lay here too, because the guilt is also my own this grave at the hearts of all good men what once we had we will never have again