A silent lake with a swan on top
Causing ripples against the bank
Watering the little crops,
I walk here when I'm thinking,
Thinking of something more,
More than what's beneath,
This little murky shore.

I remember how life was,
Before all the silence,
The infinite silent pause.
I miss the warmth of the sun,
And the people I used to see
But the day came to end my fun,
Where I was left behind.

They claim they didnt see it coming,
I didn't either to be fair,
What once was a warm embrace,
Was a cold and dusty stare.
Now I sit and watch the swans,
Every day of every year,
Waiting for someone to find me,
Not once to shead a tear.