I use to wake up,
To the sound of the woods.
I use to wake up,
To the song of the trees.
I use to wake up,
To the whisper of the leaves.
But now I wake up,
To the sound of breaking bones.

I use to wake up,
To the dance of the sun.
I use to wake up,
To the running of the wind.
I use to wake up,
To the prancing of the rain.
Now, I wake up,
To the sound of whispering names.

I use to wake up,
To the dreams of laughter.
I use to wake up,
To the voices of the birds.
I use to wake up,
To a beautiful peace.
Now I wake up to the Death of Silence.