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
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