Persistence, a murderer when reason drops its guardnThe flesh of time left ravaged, the hands and fingers marrednOh, to love a strange face, in its passing brevitynIt's a forced resignation to a voyeur's tendenciesnFor fear of all the world's empty adjectivesnIt's our name, it's our name, that we're harboringnCandor's youthful sentiments remain in thoughts unspokennThe fragile is only noticed when it's broken