Golden is it, I guess it is I've captured a minute but it melted in my palm And I never would have thought it'd come down to This I tried to hit it with an ancient psalm And who would have thought it It broke like the morning I was laughing when it hit me in the face And I almost caught it, it read like a warning Time had expired, It disappeared untraced And the pen spat our obscenities And the blind cried out for a king Your silence I will always admire for its being Saint Jude please answer me Have you even heard a single word that I've said But I've been calling you relentlessly Either you're not there or else your phone must be Dead And if you see Saint Anthony Tell him I haven't forgotten what he said About writing a broken melody For the soul who's drowning in his bed And the church bells have all fallen silent My love's got a broken wing Your silence I will always admire for its being Comets crossing in the paths of your healing Crash like the sounds of a distant past The well of wisdom has run dry from feeling And the demons ride with rage upon my mast Understanding will not go on strike And everyone in the town is so shocked Narrow mindlessness is picketing Because the gates to their freedom have been locked To scream out for knowing is such a common thing Your silence I will always admire for its being Widows' whispers of lovers' dreams Once upon a time it seemed so real I was caught by the cage Of the hours in between in which I was incapable to Feel Tears broke my heart, my mouth was unable to move To the place I wished you could be Count the blessings for which you've been cursed Then turn around and laugh at the face of fate It was inevitable that you'd be immersed Into the pool of love and hate And common ground's been infected By the poisonous plight Which crashes and burns while fl ames tremble and Weep The malicious mouth can sting and be fatal Like a rattlesnake's bite While boredom chokes the life of the stifl ed soul To an endless sleep Regardless of the events Of what the coming days shall bring Your silence I will always admire for its being Cymbals crash, the water reveals itself And the orchestra pit couldn't get themselves in tune Sad it was when your vision was smashed At the sight of its inner self Haunted by the love which died in June And the road of the people was buried by the silence Which loomed itself and its forces in front of them The crippling curse of a man trapped inside his Violence Is promising it'll never ever happen again I scream to a deafened world Which can't even hear children sing Your silence I will always admire for its being