To the Silence in your Heart
Oh! how tormenting is the truth to an arid listener
Shallow minds that glee at the sight of your misfortune
Holding your tongue, hoping that your heart will speak
Oh! how well you know their voices too
As you seek the one drowning in an ocean of their critique
There are no eggshells in your broken trail
Is it the sun that has blinded you?
The tears that have put out your flame
Seeking comfort in a crowded bed
Rejoice at how lovely the loneliness is
Let that which is not yours let you be
In a storm let it be how you look, not how you look
that comforts you
Sing your song nervy to the child in you
Their pleasure is your only escape
Climb a great hill, then plunge off it
For we only reach the stars
To remember who we once were