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And so once again,

My dear Mat, my dear friend,

And so once again you are fighting us all,

And when I ask you why,

You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall,

Oh, my friend,

How did you come?,

To trade the fiddle for the drum,

You say I have turned,

Like the enemies you've earned,

But I can remember,

All the good things you are,

And so I ask you please,

Can I help you find the peace and the star?,

Oh, my friend,

What time is this?,

To trade the handshake for the fist



And so once again,

Oh, America my friend,

And so once again,

You are fighting us all,

And when we ask you why,

You raise your sticks and cry and we fall,

Oh, my friend,

How did you come,

To trade the fiddle for the drum



You say we have turned,

Like the enemies you've earned,

But we can remember,

All the good things you are,

And so we ask you please,

Can we help you find the peace and the star?,

Oh my friend,

We have all come,

To fear the beating of your drum

SILENCE IS MY FRIEND. IT NEVER QUESTIONS, IT NEVER ASK'S. IT NEVER CRIES, IT NEVER WHINES, IT NEVER TIRES. IT ALWAYS SEEMS TO BE THERE WHEN YOU NEED IT MOST. MY SILENCE IS GOLDEN, IT CANT EVER BE LOST. IT CANT FADE LIKE THE MORNING FROST. IT IS ALWAYS THERE TO HIDE MY PAIN. IT FALLS UPON ME LIKE SOFT FALLING RAIN. IT HIDES IN THE SHADOWS QUIET OF COURSE, CALLING MY NAME TO HIDE WITH IT IN DARKNESS. SPARKING THIS FLAME, ALL I HEAR IS THE SILENCE. MADNESS , IS THE KEY. AND WHEN THE SILENCE HAS FADED ALL I HAVE LEFT IS ME.