When it comes; once it there

Who will say they were here?

When the sun rises; stains dry

Who will witness a fallen heart?

My pleas go unanswered.

My prayers unheard.

The Devil may cry,

But no one will care.

That a soul was lost; went unseen.

Who will cry with tears unshed?

In the end; all the same

To one that hurt; never the same.

Tell it to someone who cares;

But it falls on my own deaf ears.

Words never uttered; sounds unsheathed

Who will say I once felt the heat.

The cold blows; the wind felt

Who’ll want to know, what that soul once felt?