The Silent Night
The Silent Night
How quiet and still
how peaceful the night
so reverent the stars
this absence of light
In silence turns our world
heeding not the sounds
not the cries of anguished souls
buried neath the ground
neither voices raised in anger
anger come unbound
ever on in silence
does our world turn slowly round
So softly does the silence call
it calls me not by name
but simply as a passenger
each one of us the same
It calls to me so soft and low
a whisper in the wind
and asks me if I hear it now
do I hear it yet again
that silence that I heard before
before the time of men
And then our world
turned silently on
again, again and again
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