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I cradle my sorrow as if it were new,
holding this pain that I feel
Staring at walls that are blocking the view,
boarded up windows conceal

No place to go, slowly pacing the floor,
footprints on carpet so bare
Longing a knock on the quiet front door,
just a small sign that you care

Counting the hours that haven’t an end,
losing the reason to start
Wondering if the breaks will ever mend,
that have since formed in my heart

Silence is golden, I’ve heard this before,
deep in my thoughts it is clear
Not when it comes from the one you adore,
wishing her voice I could hear

Wondering why all this gold does not shine,
tarnished and piled in a heap
Searching for clouds that were once silver lined,
now it's the darkness I keep

So here I sit as my life seems to fade,
nothing at all now is heard
Except the echoes of tear drops displayed,
hoping to hear but a word