She's stuck in this circle that's hanging her and she's suffocating while peopole are passing by. She tries to scream but the living can't hear a whisper in the wind. A piece of dust floating with her name on it. She's lost in the emptiness of her own heart and she seems to be dying. 

Can you hear her? Can you see her? No. This quiet life has ended in a blink. Her whisper is now at rest. The dust has been wiped away. Her heart has been buried. Her silence remains as the noise in this world prolongs.

As the days increase her rememebrance fades. The good memories have been gone for days. Tears from people who knew nothing at all lay in their beds staring at the walls. Mother breaks down asking herself why and the question stays with no reply. Father so broken lays by her grave with no words in a daze. 

As night appears the cemetry is quiet because the ones they love are put to rest. It's dark and lonely though no one cares. Her room is left closed and bare. The silence is louder than anything but I'm at rest with no fears. Family it's time now to wipe your tears. Peace peace is all I hear.