Can you hear It?
Everyone can.
But they’ll never admit;
Because it feels like a pit.
A pit of despair;
Choking on air.
It feels so cold;
Like walking on mold.
Can you hear it now?
It’s the sound of silence.
It’s the sound of death.
It’s the sound of violence.
It’s the sound of speaking;
Without being heard.
It’s the sound of listening;
Without hearing a word.
Can you hear it yet?
Let it speak to you.
Let it hold your heart;
Before it tears you apart.
Before it takes hold of your mind;
And you leave people behind.
Let it change your soul;
Not darken your whole.
You’re hearing it now;
I know you are.
You’re letting it in;
It feels like a sin.
But if you don’t let it win;
It can’t be a sin.
Just don’t let it win;
You can’t let it win.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
Can you hear It?
Everyone can.
But they’ll never admit;
Because it feels like a pit.
A pit of despair;
Choking on air.
It feels so cold;
Like walking on mold.
Can you hear it now?
It’s the sound of silence.
It’s the sound of death.
It’s the sound of violence.
It’s the sound of speaking;
Without being heard.
It’s the sound of listening;
Without hearing a word.
Can you hear it yet?
Let it speak to you.
Let it hold your heart;
Before it tears you apart.
Before it takes hold of your mind;
And you leave people behind.
Let it change your soul;
Not darken your whole.
You’re hearing it now;
I know you are.
You’re letting it in;
It feels like a sin.
But if you don’t let it win;
It can’t be a sin.
Just don’t let it win;
You can’t let it win.
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