Sound of Silence.

I walk through the forests of your mind

So unfamiliar to me are the trees

So foreign are the flowers

I have no map to guide me

And as I stumble through the darkness

Not even the hum of your voice

Can bring me solace.

I run through the meadows of your soul

So sharp are the thorns

So stale is the breeze

So haunting is the sound of silence—

I cannot take it.

I crawl through the valleys of your heart

So cold are the rivers

So oppressing are the mountains

And as I wander the paths etched by your loneliness

I cry for your suffering—

You are not mine to help

And I give up for this search

When I realize there is

Nothing to find.

You are empty.