Silence
It is always there,
In the room with thought so bare.
In the space between,
The walls.
Even when the world is loud,
The silence hides umong the croud.
Waiting to strike,
To steal...
It is always there,
In the room with thought so bare.
In the space between,
The walls.
Even when the world is loud,
The silence hides umong the croud.
Waiting to strike,
To steal...
