The Guiltless

They see the whispers of the scared
   and hear the silent faces in the dark
They taste the dirt on every word
   and smell the empty meaning of the heart
They never say a word
Their presence is enough
Oh sinner tries to fill the void
That it knows nothing of
   Morning never sorrows
   He never had the choice
   By then they've all but come and gone
           and with them morning's voice