"Silence"

In the silence of the night
I dream a silent dream
One of pain, of sorrow
I dream for that which cannot be
I dream for things unrealistic
I dream of happiness
That which I cannot have

I am alone
A whisper of something
That once was
A silent breeze past your window
A fleeting thought in your mind
I am empty inside
A veritable void
A vacuum, waiting to be filled

I follow the road to happiness
At least, that which I know
But more often than not
It turns out to be despair
Not happiness
That I find

Would that things could be different
Perhaps my countenance would clear
However, since that cannot be
It is a clouded face that I must wear

Gandalf