Symphonies don't matter, it's the silence that I hear,
Courage doesn't matter, coz I can feel the inborn fear.
Distance doesn't matter, since no matter you far or near,
the memories still last, their sight always so clear.
Hopes don't matter, as the life keeps changing gear,
leaving behind an eye, tired & weary with a tiny tear.
Obligations don't matter, despite oaths and swears,
popping the thought again that is this silence that I hear.
Eyes bleed out thoughts which the mind can never stear,
but the rust won't let go, no matter how deep you smear.
words refuse to come out with tongue full of despair,
Can this be a sound in the woods? or is it still the silence that I hear?
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