The waves were high and words on the street was they can print

And print and print and print they did

Naked they were, to show the world they gave it all , in return for the paper with the stamp, of the kings of their land

Tired they were but they can still go on , it seem it wasn’t enough for mother nature to relax

As silence is all they want but chaos is all they get

I saw it in a dream as they print and print and print again

I thought , if i caused a scream then give me a ring so i guess it wasn’t me , so they never came to me

they are still their , waiting for my silence to begin

And as the waves return to the sea,so the words give away to silence , that they can leave and other can come , for silence was not achieved

Lucky me