Silence Loud

We see our friends are round us falling.

we see them buried deep in dust.

in sollemn silence, yet they're calling.

prepare for death, for die you must.

Be wise ye living while you may,

prepare against the coming day

when you as low as i must lay,

your souls from hence be called away

now deep in the earth,

this bed of sighs,

i wait till i,

like fire,

shall rise.

in latter days,

the healing rain

shall wash away

these tears of pain

and will my voice

in great good byes

join the chorus of the skies