Sing.
a woman drifts
across silence
walking along
her hopes and years
echoing her fears.
Talk,
across the whispers
hear the voices
of people
trying for song.
You thought
once long ago
that maybe
you could
belong.
Dance
within the silence
left behind,
as an echo
on the wind
who never stops blowing
Walking alone,
still
hearing the shadows call
across those
ever long nights.
Sing.
to a woman
lost behind the years
painted by
the stains of her fears
