The raindrops are too indefinite to linger.
Landscapes demonstrate their woe on the glass.
Feebleness is translucent.
The world is collapsing everyone's silent.
We try to hold together what is lost,
But song cannot be repaired with a touch.
Silence is broken
But no skill enough to make the change.
No one seems to see the hungry children
With their smelling bodies and ice cold hands,
Gazing through dirty windows,
Dying to hear a sound of love in the this world of silence.