Something set me thinking. When I opened up my eyes. That there was nothing there to tell me. I'd been listening to lies. But in silence there is truth. There is beauty there is love. There is nothing in the silence. To be frightened of. Her retreat in so few words. Is the last thing you'd expect. But there's danger in assuming. That she's being direct. Take a look behind her eyes. And you will see. That she knows nothing of silence. Silence can only come from me. Allow me then a little time. To listen to their voices. It's the glamour and confusion. It's the rattling and the noises. That obscure the truth the beauty. And the love. And the clarity that silence. Is the guardian of. She talks of clarity and silence. Of beauty and of truth. But such a hurt for evidence. Such a *something for proof. Take a look behind her eyes. And you will see. That she knows nothing of silence. Silence can only come from me