Words are nothing- just a selected symbology, a way to create theology, mythology. Language is a mask- something to hide behind, a way to cover emotion of any kind, fake a peace of mind. Verbal communication- is a product of fear, you'll never see a tear, not here.

All I need to speak to you are my eyes,
No matter how hard I try, they will never lie.
I don't need your who's, what's, or why's-
Trust me, I would rather cry, not speak, when someone dies.

Words are nothing- but I feel that in some way I should have something to say, today. War is a result- a result of verbal or written communication, so soldiers hold down a station, defending a nation. His death was something- the horrible loss of a friend, a message they wanted to send, a means to an end.

All I need to comfort you are my eyes,
No matter what words I choose, they will always lie.
I don't want to be the friend that never tries,
But trust me, I will always cry, not speak, when someone dies.