Each day as evening starts to set
The ache builds in her chest
She knows that she must go to bed
And try to get some rest.
She hugs her tearstained pillow close
When no one is around
And cries for one she loved and lost
And screams without a sound.
Others see her in the day
And think she's doing well
But every day as evening sets
She enters her own hell.
Time hasn't healed her pain at all
Or quieted her fears
So every night, alone in bed
She sheds those silent tears.
