Sitting together in the quiet,
Not the silence,
Which I know brings you much discomfort...
Which I know brings you much discomfort...
For you fill your head with noise to drown out awful things.
Is it the scream of the red fox you’d prefer?
Or the haunting wails of the loon?
Or the alarm of the mockingbird?
While you seek the comfort of disquiet,
I do this one thing.
Is it the scream of the red fox you’d prefer?
Or the haunting wails of the loon?
Or the alarm of the mockingbird?
While you seek the comfort of disquiet,
I do this one thing.
I listen.
-- Bird Dee
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