Unsung at the setting sun, and yet we remember

The Lay of the Bridgeburners

I have seen the face of sorrow
She looks away in the distance
Accross all these bridges
From whence I came
And those spans, trussed and arched,
Hold up our lives as we go back again
To how we thought then
To how we thought we thought then
I have seen sorrow's face,
But she is ever turned away
And her words leave me blind
Her eyes make me mute
I do not understand what she says to me
I do not know if to obey
Or attempt a flood of tears
I have seen her face
She does not speak
She does not weep
She does not know me
For I am but a stone fitted in place
On the bridge where she walks

- Toc the Younger, MALAZAN BOOKS OF THE FALLEN (Steven Erikson)

And who shall speak their names?

"Because loyalty is not to be spoken of and honour is to be endured. Whilst courage is to be survived. These virtues belong to silence."

- Malazan Books of the Fallen (Steven Erickson)