A nameless void, why does it linger?
A nameless void, a constant sting.
Why in the eye, a sudden tear?
Why in the eye, does sorrow spring?
A nameless void, why does it linger?
You departed, as a bird takes flight,
Yet my world, it still stands frozen.
My world, in stasis, day and night.
What memory, did they then recall?
What whispers did their heart then keep?
Why does their brow, with dew then fall?
Why does their brow, with teardrops weep?
The cup of joy, holds no true grace,
The cup of joy, is now bereft.
Why, amongst friends, this empty space?
Why, on the earth, no joy is left?
Why in the eye, a sudden tear?
A nameless void, the soul's despair.
A nameless void, a constant sting.
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