In the sweet song of silence
Of inky blackness and swaying trees
In a song we cant hear
But we all know
Some love, some hate
The sweet song of silence.
And in the coursing river of noise
Where we feel free to talk
There is the island
Where no sound is made
The waves make no mark
On this island alone
Only the victims of speech
Can mar its beauty and stone
May they realize the grace of this song
The sweet song of silence
And the faces of the quiet.
Where the wind blows
But makes nay a sound
We speak and no voice comes out
We are the people who are outcast
From a society where noise
Is always around
Join us, they sing
In loud, raised voices
But the song of silence
Is louder than they realize
The sweet song
Of silence.
