O' the breathing, whispering winds
Your silence is required tonight
Approach the streets and hold your breath
Another naive part has gone dead in her
Who's keeping a count of the graves in the graveyard of dead dreams
Who's keeping a count anyway? Who cares?
She spoke to winds like she they were voice of God,
Winds stay quiet tonight
For god cannot answer her questions, God cannot reason for this injustice
This must be a different world than god had built,
We must have destroyed his and created our own
Where so much is said and nothing felt
Where truth is sold cheap for ease and comfort
Tonight, let her silence scream
and all of us, here and above be all ears.