Acoustic silence, how it Sings to the senses
but could it allow glimpse, behind fences?
Acoustic silence, our will sings through out time
but can it tear down fences, you've built in your mind?
raw emotion in the pen
turning paper into wind
shedding iron, bleeding ink
to carry you on mental wing
bleeding ink, the blood of soul
making diamonds from lumps of coal
calling on the love of loves
turning pigeons into doves
ships of thought meander through
but always on a path that's true
Acoustic silence, it bleeds the ink of your soul
but can the ink turn you, from lead unto gold?
Acoustic silence, how it Sings to the senses
but could it allow a glimpse, behind fences?















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