| The silence is like an abandoned house. So alone. So lost. So deserted except for a dead mouse. In silence we think And we dream. We create a link And we find the mean. Silence is a blessing Silence is a nightmare. We keep caressing Our deepest fear and worry about what we might bare. Silence is a savior Silence is a killer. We can control our behavior But silence can make us iller. |
| The Fear of Silence |