When all the laughter has died down
And silence falls like a shroud,
When tears drown smiles in their wake
And the dearest of faces are lost in the crowd.
When night no longer waits for dawn
And victory or defeat no longer matter,
When the heart forgives all of its offenders
And silence is as welcome as noisy clamour,
When the years take their toll of beauty and love
To leave behind scarred images of the past,
When emotions wear out in the toils of life
And the hum of things dies down at last,
When life recoils in the darkest of nooks
Too scared to brave daylight again,
Shall you be waiting there for me—
Or shall I be calling out in vain?