Where is my silence, o my silence?
Darkness surrounding darkness
Gathering storms on my graveyard, o my silence
Where are you born in me beleaguered world?
Are you born into the silence of night
Never to be born again unto the death of life?
When I am salvaging my self and beings
And a fleeting butterfly kisses the charm of the season
You stand like a block of rock leaning against the falling sky
Yet my sacred silence breaks you asunder
Why are you not my silence of unspoken brotherhood?
Silence, o my silence, where are you?
Why are you born into my besieged territory?
My forlorn hope breathes fire in a tempest of agony
I shall go along the length of my desire
To overcome the lassitude of my anguished pains
My pains will be extinguishing the fear of freedom.
O, my silence, where are basking in your glory?
My soul aches for thee in solemn whispering
My soul bleeds for more rousing violence
The violence will get you nowhere in my shadows
If your sacred shroud is never revealed in your voice
The voice that searches for discretion of wortwhileness
Why then the truth of beauty cries in vain?
O, my silence, beget the pristine melancholy for me
I will beg your Promethean fire once more to extinguish
And my nostalgia will breathe life unto more life to cherish.
O, my silence, my silence,
Why are you wrapping in mystery of heavenly bliss?
I pray to God all alone, where are you?
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