There’s something in the silence, but it’s never been quite clear
Is it comforting or deafening, or music to my ear?
I find it in the quiet, it comes from deep within
It tells me where I’m going, and shows me where I’ve been
I don’t need an ear to listen, or someone’s hand to hold
Because my thoughts are loud and clear, underlined and bold
I listen to the echoes, but I cannot hear the screams
Of all the thoughts inside, and reoccurring dreams
Like a bullet searching for it’s target, I am looking for mine
Silence brings motionless and the planets misalign
I’m looking for that defining moment, when my world stands still
I don’t want all the answers, because searching holds the thrill
I want to be like the rhythm, to my favorite song,
Meaning I am sensible, and that I belong
But aside from the song, I find great value in the silence
Because for a few moments, it ceases all the violence
I don’t mean world wars, I’m talking about battles inside
I guess I’m saying at times, I’m conflicted on this ride
Sometimes life can be raging, like a heart attack,
But in silence, I find, that all fades to black
It’s a ride I can’t get off of, and nor would I try
Because that would be like gravity, which I cannot defy
So when my thoughts are spinning, like electric ballet dancers
I turn to silence, because it holds all the hidden answers
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 8:03 PM UTC
There’s something in the silence, but it’s never been quite clear
Is it comforting or deafening, or music to my ear?
I find it in the quiet, it comes from deep within
It tells me where I’m going, and shows me where I’ve been
I don’t need an ear to listen, or someone’s hand to hold
Because my thoughts are loud and clear, underlined and bold
I listen to the echoes, but I cannot hear the screams
Of all the thoughts inside, and reoccurring dreams
Like a bullet searching for it’s target, I am looking for mine
Silence brings motionless and the planets misalign
I’m looking for that defining moment, when my world stands still
I don’t want all the answers, because searching holds the thrill
I want to be like the rhythm, to my favorite song,
Meaning I am sensible, and that I belong
But aside from the song, I find great value in the silence
Because for a few moments, it ceases all the violence
I don’t mean world wars, I’m talking about battles inside
I guess I’m saying at times, I’m conflicted on this ride
Sometimes life can be raging, like a heart attack,
But in silence, I find, that all fades to black
It’s a ride I can’t get off of, and nor would I try
Because that would be like gravity, which I cannot defy
So when my thoughts are spinning, like electric ballet dancers
I turn to silence, because it holds all the hidden answers
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