In an endless silence hovering this emptiness
lying at night, with mere reflections of
what has transpired, and what will become
of tomorrow, with all this silence around
It kills like a spade, like a wind with no soul
How can be such this emptiness,
make me feel more, of a vacuum
so hallow, so shallow, I'm a shadow
Until the sunshine lay its rays
will petals move up again
until that tomorrow when sunrise beams the day
life will begin again.
