A silence that sits,

A silence that sits,

Ebbing life away.

As our creative minds,

Star to bend and decay.

Silence gives nothing,

Because that's what it is.

Polluting ideas,

In thoughts of bliss.

Silence prolongs,

The death o all.

For silence is why,

All of man shall fall.

Instead of asking,

For help from a friend.

We do it our way,

Guided by selfish whims.

When a melody comes,

Loud or slow.

Show us what silences

On this world will reap.

So play a melody,

Loud or slow.

Dilute the silence,

All failures know.