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The moon, the silence, no voice, no sound,

No animal so late, still going around,

No bird in the leaves, no cat on the ground,

No water drop from the leaves is falling down.

The river is silent, no frog shows up,

So empty the night, so far away the delight,

Where is the hope when we need it the most,

Not even an answering voice arose.

Big lights, many cars, many people,

Casinos, restaurants, bars, people on the streets,

He ignores them all, just now, it’s not what he needs,

He cannot hear them, cannot see them, no one understands.

And still we all wonder if somebody throws himself in front of a train,

No one saw him, when there was no light in his heart, but only the rain,

Everyone ignored, nobody cared, but everyone asks when it’s too late,

Why did it happen, has this really been his fate?

Why we ignore the people in need,

We weren’t by their side when they needed us indeed,

Who lends them their hand,

Who gives them a possibility to stand?

When they dangle over the abysm,

When nothing seems to make sense,

Who will give them the sun,

Why not giving it? What worse they have done?

We should all be more caring,

We are all human beings,

In the silence you have me,

A loving and caring person, that is what we all have to be.