To stare upon a midnight thunder,
Makes your heart fill with hunger,
For a word so undefined,
That in an instant you feel declined.
Why do we force ourselves to cry,
When we are promised nothing but a lie?
Why does the world emphasize such meaning,
To a word that is so defeating?
To feel the pain, to feel the loss,
To give our heavy hearts a toss;
Will this work out, will this be fare?
Will the owner of my heart, ever care?
Today we announce the death of a word,
That too many people can no longer afford,
A word whose purity we cannot regain,
Are we destined for disdain?
Our minds are set,
Our goals are met,
Will this word forever stay a lore,
Oh will we ever love once more?