No Use For A Name

The flowers have wilted on the sill
And words have been kept so small and still
And yet if the great opinion speaks
Then sadly we nod our heads and agree
Barely a mention of your name
On deaf ears a distant whisper
Whatever, no one gets it
It's already overdue you will not be heard by many now
But I'll always be amazed by every sound your ever made
While building a tolerance to them