Incomprehensible Into that voidofsilence. Where we cry without sound. Where tears roll down. Where tears roll down And when your mother's violence. Sent your soul underground. Where tears roll
Incomprehensible Into that voidofsilence. Where we cry without sound. Where tears roll down. Where tears roll down And when your mother's violence. Sent your soul underground. Where tears roll
Incomprehensible Into that voidofsilence. Where we cry without sound. Where tears roll down. Where tears roll down And when your mother's violence. Sent your soul underground. Where tears roll
Incomprehensible Into that voidofsilence. Where we cry without sound. Where tears roll down. Where tears roll down And when your mother's violence. Sent your soul underground. Where tears roll
Incomprehensible Into that voidofsilence. Where we cry without sound. Where tears roll down. Where tears roll down And when your mother's violence. Sent your soul underground. Where tears roll
calm. from within or without. our troubled selves how can the clamor. of sounds be stilled?. there is no void where. noices can collect. and be made mute. how indeed. can there be silence when
. Within the sound ofsilence. In restless dreams I walked alone. Narrow streets of cobblestone,. neath the halo of a street lamp,. I turned my collar to the cold and damp. When my eyes were stabbed by the
