There hath been an empty seat at the table
They gather at the table
To remember;
Remember that two years today,
He took His life

Not one soul cared for him,
Still to this day, not one sould does.
Their mourning is deceit,
For they don't know much about Him,
Or why He chose eternal rest

The one person that actually cared for Him,
Died long before He;
The two went to heaven together in ultimate peace.
The rope used for self-assassination
Stayed the same for the Lovers,
And shall stay the same
For those to follow.

For He was called a coward,
Not one soul showed pity.
For He was the outcast,
For He and the rope took His life.
For His DOD and birthday stay the same.
For He was no coward.
For he was I.