There’s nobody here,
Everyone moved on ago less than a year. We think that’s okay – we being the dust that settles each day. It’s only fair, For no sound could we hear Even if we had ears. They left their lives behind, The memory collects like a photo of time. We think that’s okay Even without the light of day. It’s only fair, We have nothing to give – Who could argue with this? They answered the call of morning And lost all that was once shared, When pride was held for the orning A chill of fear swept through here. Gathering their dreams together They shook away that in which we now bathe, What doesn’t work in hope of forever Will for be prayed on another day. There’s nobody here But the widening gaps of despair. It’s so obvious now Why the dark of night was never allowed. It’s only right We be left without light, Age is our disease once love has lost sight.
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