Silent One

The rain falls, but she seems not to notice,
The cloaked figure lowers her head;
People that pass by either whisper or stare,
None stop, they just hurry by.

Once in a while, someone will catch her gaze,
They can't help but immediately look away;
Those dark brown eyes, always searching,
Always they look for answers, answers they never find.

Her soaked mahogany hair barely touches her shoulders,
Raindrop streak down her face, or are those tears?
While walking by you see her mouth moving,
But not a sound comes forth.

When it's cold enough, her hood is up,
But still she'll watch you, intrigued; 
You've never head a word from her,
Yet you wonder if she has something to say.

Truth is no one knows, tales are all that exist,
There's one that says she was born that way;
Some say she used to speak,
But none listened and she's been mute since.

I guess we'll never know about this girl,
So quiet, wordless, a mystery;
The truth of the Silent One is mute,
Just like she herself.