What Silence says to me.
Silence walks up to me on tip-toes
And beckons to me those soft
Whispers of wisdom.
Hear me, oh my deaf people, hear me!
When i tell you,
What silence says to me.
When my closed eyes bring darks from the deep
And i know not what to follow,
It beams up a light deep within me
And takes me off my shallows.
Hear me, oh my lost people, hear me!
When i tell you,
What silence says to me.
When my fire cooks up my anguish passions,
And my redundant ambitions boil up on the stove,
Blowing my heat, it takes the pot
And pours it all out on my shadow.
Hear me, oh my blazing people, hear me!
When I tell you, what silence says to me.
When those notorious little thoughts
I try to keep out, it lets them in
And holds me by my shoulder.
Like fluttering butterflies, they come and go,
And like that silent flower, i blossom and grow!
Hear me, oh my unquiet people, hear me!
When i tell you
What silence says to me.
In the dusk,
Like a mother to her child
It calls out to me, to come back home.
Home, with a hearth
And walls glistening with my smiles.
Hear me, oh my tired people, hear me!
When i tell you
What silence says to me....
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