The dim light
From the lamp posts
Illuminates my skin
As I shiver
Alone on this bench
Listening to the blues
That nobody else seems to notice
The trees
Silently greet everyone
In the park
Silence is golden
On this winter night
From the lamp posts
Illuminates my skin
As I shiver
Alone on this bench
Listening to the blues
That nobody else seems to notice
The trees
Silently greet everyone
In the park
Silence is golden
On this winter night
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The silence of the whispers we once clung too.
There's an echo in the nothing.
One that calls out our name.
Seeking in vain.
As we sit idly by and watch time make its rounds.