Silence

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Every time I hear the voice

asking questions to no end

I go out and find the spot

where my thoughts perfectly blend.

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Every time I hear the voice

it tells me stories hard to believe;

not because they're fake or wrong

but rather 'cause they are incomplete.

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The voice knows only part of the tale

and still will try to move me around;

those efforts are hard, not easy to beat

but losing the fight it's just not allowed.

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The spot where I sit gives me peace

for just enough time to open my mind;

I see a clear path and walk it in silence

while the screaming sound is left behind.

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Every time I live the same trial

I tell to myself it shall be no more;

but I know the chance will always return

and that's a fact I can't just ignore.

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So, every time I hear the voice

I brace for impact sitting at my spot;

Maybe some day will be the last time

and then a sweet silence will finally drop.

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