Three O' Clock in the morning,
There was no one around,
Silence entered softly,
Yet silence drew a sound,
A picture perfect echo,
She left bleeding in my mind,
Silence spoke so softly,
Yet she never found the time,
To speak with dawning essence,
She withdrew into the night,
Silence left me wanting,
Yet she knew that I might,
Leave her to her own demise,
Swaying from the rope,
Silence left me hanging,
But she knew there'd still be hope.
There was no one around,
Silence entered softly,
Yet silence drew a sound,
A picture perfect echo,
She left bleeding in my mind,
Silence spoke so softly,
Yet she never found the time,
To speak with dawning essence,
She withdrew into the night,
Silence left me wanting,
Yet she knew that I might,
Leave her to her own demise,
Swaying from the rope,
Silence left me hanging,
But she knew there'd still be hope.