Productions Of Me

Silence...it's quiet.

Not a person to make a sound,
not a smile to go around.
There's not a soul in sight.

I know I gave all my love,
I know I offered my friendship and kindness
and for some reason all I hear is silence.

I'm all torn apart, used up and worked out,
without a dime in my pocket and,
you'll never see, any pictures in my locket.

I'm all cried out, stressed out and worried out,
without a shoulder to lean on,
without a friend to depend on...


Silence....it's quiet.
Not a person to make a sound,
not a smile to go around.

Now, I have no money...
never really did have any good funds,
yet and still, I always took care of my son.
Thank God my daughter, is accepting to a pocket full of quaters.

I'm trying...I'm trying, I'm trying...
I'm trying while endlessly crying,
while innocents souls around me are dying.
While the sneaky and rich is always lying.
In the meantime on the inside,
I'm dying and soon there will be...
nothing but silence.