The Sound Of Silence

     Everyone knows the song and everyone
Knows its complete real beauty
But I ponder the question to everyone
Is there truly, is there truly

I try so hard to listen but it’s impossible
For even in my times of glorious poise
I have never experienced it because
There’s always noise, always noise

It doesn’t matter where I am or where I go
In the country or in the city
No matter how hard I try, I know
It always escapes me, always escapes me

When I lay my head down on my pillow
I hear the traffic and every little thing
People yelling and doors slamming
And sirens ring, sirens ring

Out in the country I’ll admit it’s much
More peaceful but we all know
Owls hoot, birds sing and crickets chirp
And train whistles blow, train whistles blow

Even if I lock myself in a quiet room, I
Cannot escape the thoughts of my mind
Though I still wonder what it would be like
If I could ever find, I could ever find

Even when I can get to the point of
Getting my mind completely clear
Though it be so gentle and still so soft
The voice of God I still hear,I still hear

So I’ve come to find the true reality
And surrender in complete compliance
There’s no such thing as the
Sound of silence, the sound of silence

Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright 04/15/2019
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