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Dónal Campbell The Trapped
The silence brings on shivers It's intensity brings on fear Silence is the enemy of mine Or is it my savior? I wait like death I know they will come I hear only silence From which way might they come? Sweat beads across my eyebrows Hands drenched from sweat Panic ebbs through my mind Is it I who traps them? Or is it I trapped by them? The silence is broken Footsteps crash through the trees They penetrate my silence I take their lives The roar of gunfire The smell of death The screams of the dying My silence returns The silence brings on shivers With it fear and remorse The silence brings back reality For I know we are borne in noise But die in silence |
