Sometimes quiet is violent
When the one who would fill it
Is no longer around
And you're left wondering
What to do now
But you know there isn't anything that you can do
Because now that he's gone
You can't really find it in you
To do much of anything
So you sit there and hope
That somebody notices
So that they can help fix
The silence that is hovering over you
Like death waiting to strike
Maybe somebody will be your light
Like he was
Before he left
