Under the Oak tree I sit every Morning Silent, my gaze fixed at nothing My gray hair an embodiment of years I've lived And memories the only friend I have now
Now silence has become my companion A reminisce for the years I've lived Like a scale, to weigh all of my deeds A memory that lies still, lurking to fill me with guilt
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The words are held locked, but the eyes tell the story Each drop holding a memory once held dearly Or a regret from an open scar Each time he gulp and swallowed hard, but the words are buried in each silence
Frail and old, a time silence holds memories Weak to speak but in silence do memories flop in The mouth is mute, but the heart bears the burden Where scars reside, there silence holds a memory.