No sound falls,
from the moaning sky,
the children’s laughs,
from your lips!
It all slips away into the silent abyss.

Filled with the words that slipped from lips,
the words you dear not say!
Now stay inside a deeper part of me.

You a childless mother,
is comforted in the womb of loved ones.
The connection that was lost.
Will never lose purpose in the heart.
When the beat becomes fatal,
and your skin is cold like the day we first met.

The children’s laughs will come back,
Moaning skies will fill the air,
and my eyes will be flooded,
with tears.
When you come here.
When the sound falls once again.