be silent with me...

I walk on a path deep in a forest and the noise of loneliness fills my head.
I think of all my friends and family that are long since dead.

I listen to the wind blow through the trees, on my face I can feel the warm summer the breeze.
My breath deepens and my heart slows as I fall to my knees.

I hear their voices loud, I hear their voices clear.
I can see their faces through every tear.

Be silent with me.

I realize I am alone and there is no one with me.
Is this I wonder, how my whole life will be?

I have people I call friends; but how many will be there till the end?
When death comes knocking at my door; will there be someone there I can call my friend?

I can feel the blood flowing through my veins.
I can hear a loud thunder in my head accompanying sharp pains.

Be silent with me.

Where am I? There is nothing here I recognize.
Trees begin to blend with bushes, I can not trust my eyes.

I am feeling a sense of loneliness like never before.
I wish I had someone to talk to, as I clutch the forest floor.

I find myself wanting to tell someone of all the things I feel.
How the only thing I ever wanted was a friend that was real.

I never thought it was too much to ask for, someone to treat me the way I treat them.
So many people have a warped understanding of the meaning of friend.

I can hear the sweat pour from every pore of my being.
I can hear everything, even the most distant birds singing.

Be silent with me.

I feel my thoughts slow as if I were on the edge of sleep.
I struggle to make sense of these feelings that are running so deep.

I roll onto my back and look up at the sky.
Today I think, is a beautiful day to die.

A random thought I can not explain.
Is it I wonder, because I feel no more pain?

I no longer hear the faint sound of my heart beat.
Then I hear the sound of my fathers voice saying, come, be silent with me...