Fall asleep to the sound of my own breath
And the rise of the beat of my heart
A silent scream for the warmth of your hand
Or maybe the faintest of whispers...
Because silence screams thunders.
Isolation, as it comes, kills
Putting forth such burning temptation
And I wish again for your hand in mine
For I'm cold once more on my own
And the silence screams thunders.
Captivation of such set emotion
Controlled by none other than my mind
Drift away to my land of peace
Dodging the lonliness of solitude
But still, silence screaming thunders.
The look upon your face
With your comforting hand to hold
The quiet rests in peace
But in this room alone, you know
This silence screams thunders.
 
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