The Advocate is Gone

The rumors now are fading
It’s more certain now than
before the fleet torn curtains
We have become accustomed
To a man that is gone
That is both forgotten and half-forgotten
The advocate is gone

And still you feel
The personal persuasion to be silent
We are not to speak of such things
So early in the morning
So late in the day
Where the memories part
And they all only mean harm