Broken silence, by the chords of a guitar,
Seemingly distant, but not too far,
A sad melody, floats through the cold air,
Whispering softly, in a voice so fair.
Their strength holds, while hope shatters,
Losing sight, of what still matters,
As losses pull them, they stay together,
Come whatever, in this cold May weather.
Heart aches; a common deep pain,
This one however, goes unnamed,
For a member, that never had a fair fight,
My thoughts are with you, each night.
Still born, you have been deemed,
Never stood a chance, or so it seemed,
May your spirit, rest in our hearts,
Though all are not together, never apart.
