The Sound of Silence

Muted voices drift on the winds of silence Blowing over the conscience of their pretense Even through the storm nothing is said Only the wind speaks, as if to the dead The unspoken word that stifles truth Could return its verdict upon the youth Drugs will reap its silent pain As the silent wind becomes a hurricane Can they whisper to a truth that hides When the coin falls on the other side They see no reason to lend a hand In this muted mob you'll not find a good samiritan Soon their silence becomes a disease With a pain they just can't ease The writing is on the wall It wont be long before they fall And in their quiet agony, they will feel the pain of many The words of the prophets fell upon the dense Falling without heed with the sound of silence ----