Silence
There is no sound where the flowers don’t
bloom
The children don’t play, there’s an unspeakable
loom
Outside you’re alone but your thoughts will
consume
Whatever joy you had now lost in this
doom
Looking for warmth, but it will always be cold
You can search forever, but you’ll end up alone
Look at you, all blue, and chilled to the bone
Underneath those smiles, your sadness now shown
You will wander forever
There’s nothing to be found
Your love will be severed
You’ll scream with no sound
There is no sound where the flowers don’t
bloom
The children don’t play, there’s an unspeakable
loom
When your time comes, your soul you will sell
And here you’ll remain–
alone in this hell.
