We wake up everyday, Morning, noon, or night And pray to keep the silence away. For silence brings that from which we hide, Dark corners and demons to fight, Where in unguarded moments our minds will slide. Who needs these thoughts?
For all the world we keep it in, Raging storms and avalanches, Bearing the onus like deep sin. Inside, we kick and scream, rage and bite, Yet outside quieter than wind on willow branches, As we succumb to our daily rite. Who needs these thoughts?
And when you toss and turn, hurt and ache, When it's three in the morn And you're still wide awake. When your screams turn into a deaf, silent echo, And your heart grows forlorn, Sit beside me cause neither of us know Who needs these thoughts.