IT IS WICKEDLY SILENT
AND IN THE SILENCE
WHAT DO YOU HEAR?
COULD IT BE THE THUNDER?
OR A RAINDROP OF GRATITUDE?
SEASHORES THAT SPARKLE
AND SCREAM FOR PURITY
AND CHILDREN WHO HAVEN'T A FAMILY
HELP ME PAINT THE PICTURES
THAT ARE INTENDED
AND SPEAK THE WORDS OF THUNDER
NO MORE WALLS
AND NO MORE PALACES
ONLY SILENCE