The weak hour of the rooster - Dover

I lost another day
I never meant to be sad
But i lost it again
They're changing the chords
They're making it worse
I'm losing it all
Don't you seek for a friend
They never wait 'till the end
they leave anyway
They're changing the chords
They're making it worse
we're losing it all
I woke up with the rooster
Played loud and drove'em insane
I can't let go they hurt me
Come back and save me again
If you're gonna go
Then please let it show
I won't trade my mind
For some other life
I rather be dead than being so lame
It's better to burn than to fade away

The Piano

SILENCE

by: Thomas Hood (1799-1845)

HERE is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave--under the deep, deep sea,
Or in wide desert where no life is found,
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;
No voice is hush'd--no life treads silently,
But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,
That never spoke, over the idle ground:
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls
Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,
Though the dun fox or the wild hyaena calls,
And owls, that flit continually between,
Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan--
There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.