Silence of a night more noise it makes. To the men who can hear it wakes.
Drawing the attention it forces ‘em to listen And then it communicates
Whisper it is but a loud sense it makes I am you. I am you. I am you. It says.
It provides evidence of my living. Satisfies unattended long lived craving Explains; happiness is by giving.
Self is real not by its image but by realizing; Seldom deduced in the quest of meaningless.
Silence is dead when the night passes away.
Drawing the attention it forces ‘em to listen And then it communicates
Whisper it is but a loud sense it makes I am you. I am you. I am you. It says.
It provides evidence of my living. Satisfies unattended long lived craving Explains; happiness is by giving.
Self is real not by its image but by realizing; Seldom deduced in the quest of meaningless.
Silence is dead when the night passes away.
And I go to sleep in the busy day.
