It was just a soft whisper
Blow with the wind
Unheard and unknown to others

It was just a small touch
Like a feather
No one felt it

It was just a little bit step
Back to the shadow
Back to where it belongs

Soft cry of the brushing branches
In the middle of night
It was just an usual thing like always
But, in the same moment it was not

Deep, it was a just a deep feeling
Bleak with the emptiness
Bleak with the hurt
Bleak with the hopelessness