Payments to Compassion
He whispers something in her ear
That she already knew
When he was living in the stars
But never higher than the moon
Its hard to see it when she smiles
She’s brimmed by her failed attempts
Bound to get a glance
Pretends to have a chance
Can she promise not to falter
She promised not to fade away
She’s making payments to compassion
With fear of having no one left to pay
And he hates to see her suffer
But he fades with every passing day
He hates to see her suffer
But he fades with every passing day