And the room was unbearably quiet
While the walls were screaming silence
Take heed of the river flowing past you
It may be lost in the wind
You may find loneliness a comfort
Though its secrets are so often hidden
You ask only what it is you wanted
You wonder why the trees are always speaking
As you laze about in your mistakes
Words fly out that you know you do hate
A crow flies into your dreaming
You wake very early the next morning