Who am I to grieve the lost,
When no one stayed, no bridge was crossed?
If silence met my cries at night,
Then what is there to leave my side?


Who am I to fear goodbye,
when no one stood, no one tried?
If in my ruin none remained,
then what is left to lose but pain?


No names to mourn, no hearts to claim,
just hollow echoes, just the same.
If silence stayed when I was weak,
then who is left for me to seek?