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Circle Of Silence Our Fault

violence grows day by day Our own rules - we don't obey To many lies - have been told The daily terror our fault It's our fault... Our fault...

done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication. Cold silence has

when we could grow divine To defy Heaven?s blessing?s a sin, consigned to the wind? Seasons have passed, the circle?s been closed now, Awkward silence

like babies crying, as howling winds, ferocious and undying. Like a lullaby comes the true story of gloom that brings the glory, silent dirge is welcomed now, we close in circles