WAITING FOR THE SILENCE

WAITING FOR THE SILENCE
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I was waiting for the silence and the coming of the breeze
When a waiting world of violence came and took me to my knees
And it isn’t for the dreaming, that is something I can’t do
But if it’s out there waiting, I hope it’s waiting there for you
There are flowers in the clouds you say
But I see only screams
and doubts that made the bushes sway and whistle through the screens
As the sun burnt down like anger
scorch our mother’s face
Though I cannot see the tears she cries
I swear that I can taste