I'm calling for you. I'm calling for you. But my words cannot pierce the veil, static crackles throughout the air.
The raid was a violence now there's radio silence, mass graves dug for those who no longer are there. I turn the radio off and sail out to sea. The ocean neither roars or whispers gulls glide on winds that shiver up and down our spines.
It's so quiet. It's so quiet.
There's nothing left to hear except our own crying.