SILENT CLOCKS by The Treehouse Teens                     Anything that turns the clocks of time                     and opens the door to a child's mind                     She stares with no expression on her face                     Lost in a silent, unknown space                     As a woman she stands in silence                     A silence waiting to be broken                     Memories, light images flashing before her eyes                     I stand in silence                     A silence needing to be broken                     no truth; no virtue                     A child lost in guilt with no expression                     She sits quietly