Words have lost their meaning,
Now that you have stopped speaking,
They fall limpless and lifeless,
Upon the cold stone floor,
Where once you stood,
Only to be trodden on by passer-bys,
Afraid to stop, afraid to love.

My ears do not wish to hear them fall,
Do not want to listen to the dull thud upon the ground,
All they long for are words of love from you,
Mingled with the rise and fall of your breast
And the gentle beating of your heart.

But my heart does not wish to be loved anymore
And with walls of Jericho I protect him
And still I wish that you would come
With trumpets heralding the love I want to feel
But the walls still stand and the bricks do not tremble
And since you are not there the trumpets are still.