If you take the time
Take some time in the silence
You will hear those things
That aren't said
You will hear the beautiful strains of love
You will hear a broken hearts agony
You will hear the fear of a child
Hear the gentleness of tears
Hear souls confiding
Hear the chords of happiness

Or maybe you won't
Maybe you will hear yourself
All your doubts
All your sobs deep inside
I think silence is scary
But the only place I can hide

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Severin, in the year 93 MA.