Without a Voice

She wanders, as silent as a shadow,
and as lonesome as one too.
For all she has, is what she wears,
voice taken, by only you.

Young and strong,
Now tired and weary.
Now slowly passing, passing away.
But, of course, that’s just a theory.

So no one knows
Where it is, she goes.
And no one dares to ask.
For no one knows what the girl could say,
No one would dare to unmask.