It isn’t really a game we play
The silence like a thick curtain
Dampening down all words
The reasons aren’t clear or certain
The way other things have always been
We struggle hard you and I
Weight out the worth of cardinal sin
And the twinkle in our eyes
The silence remains like an empty space
After too many loud cries or bangs
The silence is the final word in haste
That is left between us to hang
And the years pass us with no one left
To love or swept up the pieces in the dust
(1987 revised 2012)
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