I wandered slow, the sky turned grey,
And aching words I longed to say.
Oh no! Each voice, each weary face—
A mark of sorrow, lost in place.

My mind could hear a distant cry,
A whisper soft, a heavy sigh.
It trickled down the shower wall,
A trembling echo in the hall.

Proclaim thy voice, let silence break!
Fly far from all the hearts that ache.
Away! Away! through bark and stone,
Through mossy paths where dreams have grown.

Yet still today, the light shines clear—
Because you came, because you're near.
And though the past may softly weep,
Its tears now lull my soul to sleep.