"silence, silence was the last word we spoke
it filled the air heavy with forevers
and the failing smells of yesterday
'this wasn't my intention...' is now a haunting
the ghost of whispering thoughts
i've bled these nights dry with tears
so here's to sleepless cold and dreams of insecurity
and like before i'm left with silence and the sound of a heart breaking
its pieces crumble to the floor
promise falls quiet between stillness and silence
i hear your voice say, 'my child, i will pick up the pieces'
promise falls quiet between stillness and silence"

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Right On The Money- By Alan Jackson
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The Doomwatchers Prediction
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