For Everyone in Silence Suffers

Don't let incinerated letters define the day
If actions tenderly mend the fabric of time.

The eyes still see impressions on the table
The hours stir the dust and leave their brand

Sunlight brushes past the clouds.
We hear the whispers scream yesterdays plea

Forgive the wrinkles on the skin.
Bring forth the embrace of stone.

Don't forget the reason you picked up the shell
The sand has given up its ransom.

For today, I'm here to see your charity.