The Silence Song
The silence is so proud....
for the sadness has come.
With a bitterness laced with a cold shroud....
that weaves a loom of despair...
as the woman wears...
this time each year.
A black countenance that has gradually changed to hues of gray,
as she stands against the window pane...
and down the glass her aged tears drip like rain.
On this particular day,why does it always happen this way?
Beings with neither soul nor sense,
boldly open the doors of pretense.
softly whispering and fervently coach,
as they float like smoke and guard the approach....
of the questions that seem to magnify that are riddled with lies,
with each past ghost every one syncs to match to the final daunting response
that means the most.....
to her virtue......
Asking......
Among these phantoms.....
which one are you?
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The Silence Song
The silence is so proud....
for the sadness has come.
With a bitterness laced with a cold shroud....
that weaves a loom of despair...
as the woman wears...
this time each year.
A black countenance that has gradually changed to hues of gray,
as she stands against the window pane...
and down the glass her aged tears drip like rain.
On this particular day,why does it always happen this way?
Beings with neither soul nor sense,
boldly open the doors of pretense.
softly whispering and fervently coach,
as they float like smoke and guard the approach....
of the questions that seem to magnify that are riddled with lies,
with each past ghost every one syncs to match to the final daunting response
that means the most.....
to her virtue......
Asking......
Among these phantoms.....
which one are you?
