Friends could be more dreadful than enemies you know the latter better than the former so many do cloud your life and give no peace the mind of the latter you don't need to decipher.
I love the silence I love the echo The hum of distant motor cars The shadow off of mountain fog Which flows down to valleys down below
I love the quiet feeling felt The warmth of soul most well be known Like water from a faucet warm I rub my hands in anticipation Of being left in the quiet alone