From the silence comes an echo sharper than steel.
It pierces my heart and the cut I feel.
Now I'm alone in the prime of life.
Distraught and lonely for my darling wife.
All that is left is her memory.
And I'll cherish it through eternity.
Visions in my dreams are etched in time.
But gone is the love that once was mine.
The pain in my heart will forever show.
As the silence is broken by an echo.
© 1995 Wayne H. McLaughlin 9409240020-284
Published in: "Echoes From The Silence Vol. I" by: Quill Books, Page 71 ISBN - 0-943536-94-4
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