Forgotten

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In quiet halls of silence, where shadows softly creep,
Lie forgotten faces, where the lonely come to weep.
Once vibrant lives now faded memories lost in time,
Abandoned by the ones they loved, left to wither like fruit on vines.
Ooohhh, days grow long and weary, nights cold with a chill breeze.
In a hospice of forgotten souls, where time stands against their will.
Echoes of their laughter, now just whispers in the air,
needing solace they awaken day by day yet no one is there.
Photographs on dusty shelves, tell tales of days gone by,
Of love, joy and family, now just distant memories
tears fall as they cry.
Their hands once strong and steady, now tremble with pain,
a life that’s been forsaken with nothing left to gain.
Ooohhh, days grow long and weary, nights cold with a chill breeze.
In a hospice of forgotten souls, where time stands against their will.
Echoes of their laughter, now just whispers in the air,
needing solace they awaken day by day yet no one is there.
They dream of days of sunshine, of voices they once knew,
But the shadows of abandonment, have turned their skies into gloom.
In the silence of their suffering, they wait for one last call,
A touch, a word, a memory, before the final fall.
They linger in the twilight of their final years,
their deepest fears now a reality.
In the hospice of the lonely, where the heartache never ends,
in darkness their heart will never mend.

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