Her gentleness stirs inside my heart 
Her gentleness makes me cry 
I wish that all the people here 
Could listen and just try 
She wouldn't hurt a single thing 
She would sit there and just cry 
I wish that all the people here  
Could study her reply 
 
As I wondered about this silent town  
And why no cries are heard 
I saw a lone man get shot down 
And get trampled in a herd  
 I decided to help this lone man 
But he quickly told me "NO" 
I saw a lone man get shot down 
He just laid there, growing old 
I wondered what happened to this silent town 
And why no cries are heard 
I wandered what happened to this silent town 
And why no one's concerned 
	
by David Close, Jr.

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(c) 1999 by David Close, Jr.

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