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Here in Silent Lands

Quietness descends on me when I wake from my slumber.

Every morning it leaves me full of curiosity and wonder.

Wondering what would happen if some things were changeable.

If I gave it enough thought could they be obtainable?

Here in silent lands I'm struggling with my own conscience.

I would blame it on the early hours and say it is nonsense.

I know I'll go back there to attempt to get a solution.

Am I going mad or am I made insane by the illusion?

From now I am going to keep a diary.

I won't hear you making a liar of me.

I'm sure of the things I am seeing and hearing.

I'd blank it out but I can't stop the images from appearing.

Here in silent lands I'm struggling with my own conscience.

I would blame it on the early hours and say it is nonsense.

I know I'll go back there to attempt to get a solution.

Am I going mad or am I made insane by the illusion?

Did you honestly think I was going crazy?

I'd like to show I am bothered but I don't have time for you to phase me.

I've got to figure out how this force is works.

Unfortunately the clues I found have gone berserk.

Here in silent lands I'm struggling with my own conscience.

I would blame it on the early hours and say it is nonsense.

I know I'll go back there to attempt to get a solution.

Am I going mad or am I made insane by the illusion?

I'm not mad and I wish I could prove it.

I've got a wound that reopens but no ointment to soothe it.

If I explained it would you listen to what I am saying?

I tell you now there is no reason for the praying.

Here in silent lands I'm struggling with my own conscience.

I would blame it on the early hours and say it is nonsense.

I know I'll go back there to attempt to get a solution.

Am I going mad or am I made insane by the illusion?

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