Where is the silence, O my Soul?
    I cannot find it here nor there.
I hear of violence, war untold,
    But stillness hides beneath my stare.

Love is in the quiet hour,
    Lessons learned from deep within;
Hope is in the blooming flower,
    Answers told to asking men.

Clouds will never cease to shower
    Rain upon the begging grass;
Stars will never lose their power,
    Guiding us back home at last.

Where is the silence, O my Soul?
    I finally see it in the air!
Beneath the violence, I now know,
    There rests a peace found anywhere.