silence.

Voice

In the cold mist of this dark alley
Lies the deadliest sounds of fading cries
Hearts of many worn-out and weary
Town full of sorrows and many sighs

Reaching out for the least bit of hope
Grabbing every string, holding on tight
This thin, but strong rope
Clinging on to it all night

Words of weariness, helplessness,
Running through their dry lips
The last words they say
before succumbing to their fate in silence.