Mourning of Morning

Have you ever woke up to the silence,
When in the mourning of morning,
You may feel a lifetime of pain,
But by chance, it starts today.

Every last tear you feel you weep,
When you begin to breath deep,
You are reminded of it again,
Time after time, it returns.

Have you ever seen it walk away,
The shadow of dead quiet souls,
It looks so unevenly over it,
Like it is yearning to live.