Silence is snow falling outside your door Turning the world into seamless white Covering up all things ugly and impure Quietly caressing the earth through the night
Silence is a mime telling stories without words Using only features by his face recorded He's understood perfectly though his voice isn't heard By all that see him he's greatly adored
Silence is a window through which one can look Seeing wondrous things, but not hearing a sound Silence is also realized in an interesting book Where exciting stories can always be found
Silence is sitting and thinking thoughts alone That no one can know really understand But thoughts make up what your life has sown In your silent thoughts, I hope they are grand