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