I"m listening to the silence,
And conscience opens wide;
I"m tired of the violence
Disturbing silent mind.

I want to be much closer 
To farthest of the stars,
Recharging soul"s sources 
By being there so far.

I"m tired of the sounds
That never let me sleep;
I suffer from the bounce
Of my own fallen eaves.

I dream of the composure
Since I"ve been born again;
The terrible disclosure
Is that it can"t be gained.

It ain"t all that horrific:
I"ve got a peace of mind
When I leave all the freakies
And vanity behind.

I"m listening to the silence
Alone in solid night;
I"m listening to the silence
"Till morning gleam of light.