O to be fluent in the language of silence.
The still small voice in a raging storm,
A broken heart in a crowded room.
To pan a river, discovering gold,
Promoting others, young and old.
Discovering treasure in the map of life,
The pearls that form from pain and strife.
A rhythm of hope amidst the throng,
The language of silence is my song.
It’s time to live again
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