When Silence Gleams Bright
When the trees no longer whisper
When the moon no longer shines
When silence gleams bright
In a misty cold clearing
I will be here
On those dark days
When silence gleams bright
And tears freeze to ice
I will be here
Even though I will be a statue of ice
I will be warm to you
No matter what
Even if
The moon no longer shines
The wind blows like a whip
Silence gleams bright
I will be here.
that’s pretty