The morning comes without a glow, a glare, or a song to be sung.
A villainous stare creeps over above.
The ground is paved with soulless tears,
A guilty grin stands high above.

Sounds are disappearing,
In the towering shadows.  
Smiles are lost,
In deaths mile.

The sinner's will linger
Without Heaven's lover.
The children will bicker,
Without mother's fire.