Shhh, Silence, Your heart sounds like a drum. It pounds, Quiet, When they start to come. Can you feel it? Around you, Your fear begins to grow As they storm up, Screaming Things not ment for you to know. And I stand here, Waiting, As you begin to dread What you know is Comming, And the things you never said. So I hold you, Closely, Though I'll never know the fear And I'll stay. Regardless Of the fact that I'm not here.