Silence by Henry Fuseli (1741-1825)
Narrator:
Asilama died; threw away the key....
But not before he'd opend another door for all to see
Asilama look and see. Amalisa is living free!!!!!!
Amalisa:I've lived my life my own way.
Everybody else did the same.
They watch over me like a flowering seed, never knowing my name.
And now the flower is wilting. The memory just remains.
I sowed my faith and my belief. They follow me to the grave.
You're on your own. You're on your own.
And now my lids are closing. The night is coming on.
Restful sleep envelopes me. I drift off into space...
You're on your own...
They look at me for to give them something more.
But they don't know that they've already closed the door.
It's fallen on stony ground.
The divine way just keeps going round and round and round and round ....
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Silence by Henry Fuseli (1741-1825) |
Narrator: Asilama died; threw away the key.... |