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Silence


Silence is my welcome mat,

It meets me at the door,

Words don't work here.

But I still implore

 

I hope for answers that never come

My heart is wide open

So much gore to show

Maybe they'll smite it

But still, no woe

 

No words are spoken

No tear is granted.

This life--not miserable, yet disdained

Will keep this fire, this eternal flame

 

So I sit in silence

And dream of hope

In a land so far away

But oh--so very close

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