The shadows are a familiar place, Where silence is the only sound. The memory of a fading face, Is lost upon the cold, hard ground. To be the one who’s left behind, The last of every single choice. To find the peace that’s hard to find, Without the comfort of a voice. Disappointment is a heavy cloak, That's worn across the tired chest. The words that were once softly spoke, Have put the hopeful heart to rest. Do not hold back a single word, Or worry if the truth will sting.