Silent Tears Each day when evening starts to set The ache builds in her chest She knows that she must go to bed And try get some rest. She hugs her tearstained pillow close When no one is around and cry for One she loved and lost and screams without a sound. Others see her in a day and think she is doing well but evetyday as evening sets She enters her own hell Time has not healed her pain at all Or quieted her fears so every night alone in bed she sheds those Silent tears. When you wanted to scream but that pain turns into those tears ...
