Silence

Too much turmoils Make me fatique Too much chaos Make me deaf Too much tragedies Make me blind My mind jammed My heart broken I have nothing to say anymore Years after years hazards come and go and return Silence is the only word on my lips The fan blades turn and turn No noise but efficient Noisy fan means old and not functioning well But my silence means loss, helpless and confused God's silence means we're seriously handicapped God's words are spread in all nature With philosophical signs To be interpreted by man himself Silence always speaks the loudest voice To man's heart only With no heart attacks of course A heart can be put in a battery to make it function again How about a stonely heart with God's words Maybe,maybe...