To that depressed man...

Set to the tune of "The Sound of Silence"

Hello bored-one my old friend,
I see you've done nothing again.
And the request that we made of you,
Meant there was, indeed, so much to do.
And the missions, that required your expertise,
were no breeze.

All we heard was the sound,
of silence.

You lurk about your little room,
In a hazy shade of gloom.
Your enthusiasm's getting low,
There's a way for us to help, you know.
All the words, that you chose not to relate,
cannot wait.

We can't help you with the sound,
of silence.

12 November 2000
Ashley Frieze