Ask no questions/There are no answers

We berried truth
Last Sunday

We all stood there
When she was murdered
By Grand master of deception
He told as that she is one of many
There is no point in loving her

She is just one in many

I herd my soul cry out
The echo of the frozen scream
I stood there paralyzed
Confused by the rules of this age
Tormented by the tolerance enforced
Where I must accept the unacceptable
As there is no truth to guide us

She is just one in many

With fingers frozen
I pushed the ground
You all stood there watching
Whispering she is just one in many
Yet, to me she is the one that matters