The silence is deafening,
Its calls cold and threatening,
The black and the quiet,
Silences the soul on a riot.

The silence is deafening,
The noose is slipping tighter,
The silence makes you wish,
You were a doer, a lover, a fighter.

You live in a world of your own,
Of parties, fame and no cares,
A life you know you'll never have,
Full of things you'll never dare.

But, alas, hope,
It shines like a beacon in the darkest distance,
The white light that lights up your life,
And burns, it burns inside you,
It burns through you,
The light of Hope shines through you,
It guides you on paths untrodden,
Unmarked,
So you may save others from the darked