The streets are desolate
The night has lost her voice
The bats had found a resting place
Silence has intrude the once cloudy night
The thoughts of a sad man wandered in dark
Searching for answers in the deep
Silence for the night and thoughts for a troubled soul
The night was never silent anyways
The night is silent for a troubled soul
The noises in the street are deaf sirens in his ears
In his heart are thousands of unsolved puzzles
Picking each at a time
It's a silent night, a night of reckoning
Sit, think young man, what you've done so far
The night is young, but the silence may endure
Think, until every puzzle finds its place
