I can hear their voices mourning.
Every day I aim to say.
How much their spirits fill my yearning.
All whilst hiding my dismay.

Just one day I listen in.
I want to scream my voice hoarse.
They are not my blessed kin.
All whilst claiming no remorse.

Years pass by, decades wither.
After all that time I see again.
Only to find that familiar shiver.
But this time I open my eyes.