If you've listened to silence, It is sweet and golden,
I am sure what you heard
Was a constant propagation Of the words left unspoken,
Or the words that one ought to hear.
In the head they scream like noises
And the whispers come slow,
Phrases one never got a chance to say,
And debts of grief one could not repay,
Secrets that could heal, The truths of what they feel
Appreciating someone can give...