The Silence

2003 DANNY MAHLON UNDERWOOD

THE SILENCE

 

 

THE SILENCE IS DEAFENING;

THOUGH THERE ISN’T A SOUND.

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CEMETERY;

IN OUR LITTLE TOWN.

 

A GENTLE BREEZE CAPTURES MY ATTENTION;

AS THOUGH CALLING MY NAME.

SURROUNDED BY DEATH;

YET FULL OF LIFE JUST THE SAME.

 

THEIR FACES I’VE NOT SEEN;

YET I KNOW EVERYONE;

THIS IS THE FATHER, HERE IS THE MOTHER;

AND THAT IS THEIR SON.

 

MOST OF THEM STRANGERS;

BROUGHT TOGETHER BY FATE.

TO LIVE HERE IN ETERNITY;

WITHOUT VIOLENCE AND WITHOUT HATE.

 

AS I STARE AT THE STONES;

THAT MARK THEIR FINAL HOMES.

I’LL ALL BY MYSELF;

YET I’M HARDLY ALONE.

 

THE WIND PICKS UP;

AS THE ANGELS SING.

I TALK TO THE SPIRITS;

WITHOUT SAYING A THING.

 

I COME HERE FOR GUIDENCE;

SERENITY AND A CLEAR HEAD.

I COME HERE TO FEEL ALIVE;

AND TO HONOR THE DEAD.

 

THEY ARE NOT FORGOTTEN;

NOR WILL THEY EVER BE.

OTHERS WILL COME VISIT;

OTHERS LIKE ME.

 

THEY HELP US LIVE ON;

YET CONNECT US TO THE PAST.

WE’LL MEET IN THE FUTURE;

FOR LIFE EVERLAST.

 

 

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