Silence
It's the calm before the storm that often takes away your breath,
The final gasp of air that awakes the hands of death.
It's the pause before the apology that brings the flow of tears,
The look in the eyes that says the words you never hoped to hear.
The final seconds on the clock above the level headed score,
The moments you've played within your mind a thousand times before.
The shock and awe of victory you feel before the cheers,
Now a golden glimpse of history remembering the years.
The mutual understanding that things can never be the same,
A warm familiar hug that says some things never change.
A man wrapped in his thoughts, a child in disbelief,
A woman overcome with joy to the man now down on his knee.
A building pain we feel inside that often takes time to collect,
The solemn moment of remembrance as we pay our last respects.
A hero's welcome from the mother who swore she'd lost her only son,
Final tribute to fallen sons and soldiers who never made it home.
So to trees that fall off in the woods with no one else around,
To the children who need to be heard but never make a sound.
To the thoughts we share with no one, the secrets deep inside us,
Lost in our own helplessness we all pray to God for guidance.
To all of the "good-byes" that just couldn't seem to wait,
To all of the "I love you's" we never got the chance to say.
To all those who die nameless in a world of war and violence,
And to the one's who need it most, we give this moment of silence.
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