The Silence

It is absolutely terrifying

The kind of deep suffering

From childhood's hour we have not been

As others were, have not seen

The silence before the sound

Is a quiet envelope between that bound

Now we will count to twelve

And we will all keep still and delve

Delve into your own thought

And bring forth all what's caught

The silence survive its seat

Making half way sleet

Listen! The voice within

Shadows yourself and put back in

The shush…of silence in your skin

Is as boundless and restrain.

As when everything seems dead

And later proves us being feed

Now we will count to twelve

And we will all keep still and delve

In the silence we've been through