Of all the people that I've met

Of all the years that I have had

It stuck with me to go through all

I guess the silence isn't so bad

When not a single soul was there

To hold me up as I fell down

This true old companion of mine

Was there to set my falling crown

As I let my life fade by

Sitting under the cypress tree

It sat with me on the bench

To share my painful infinity

The shooting stars would often be

Aghast at my burnt loneliness

Little did they know back then

I've got a friend to clean my mess

One day my life came to my door

All withered, lonely, ragged and sad

It smiled gently and whispered so

"I guess the silence isn't so bad"