Like the shadow of a man
trying to escape its master,
I battle the silence within.
It separates you from the rest,
and makes winners come in last.
It cries without a sound.
It talks without a word.
Heads will slowly turn,
as sure as their souls will burn.
Time will try, fly, fry,
and annihilate you and I.
Until the day that I'm dead and gone,
and silence and I are finally one.