They say that words can heal the mind,
And words can heal the heart.
But in all of my days
I've found words are the ways
Through which silence plays its part.
Words, it's true, can fill empty air,
They can fill the empty page.
Yet there never is a more moving time,
Than when the actors cease their words and rhymes,
And silence fills the stage.
At this very moment many a man,
Is weeping for silence's sting.
But many a man
With his newborn in hand
Finds silence a beautiful thing.
For my part I have felt them both,
Joy and pain in a silent hour,
But whether silence is a soothing balm,
Or the tempest thund'ring through the calm,
I will never deny its power.
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