The night wraps me in its loving arms
The silence nurtures me like I am its own
The water folds over my head like a blanket
The blackness around me turns into a throne
The people around me fade into the dark
The light clouds above me herald a storm
The fire, it freezes, icicle hands reaching
The ice that surrounds me unbearably warm
The fields stretching out consumed by a plague
The light all around sends me into the dark
The glee of all people leaves me feeling hollow
The iron my soul is can’t conduct a spark
The song of the harpies inspire my soul
The words of the people fly over my head
The pain is a mother’s caring caress
The oldest of screams whispers to the dead
The time slows— then it stops—
The metronome stops ticking
The pendulum stills but
The hands keep on moving
With that I know that
My time has now come
As I move onwards
I gift you my song
An ode to remind you
That pain can be joy
And that silence can still
Overpower the noise.
The silence nurtures me like I am its own
The water folds over my head like a blanket
The blackness around me turns into a throne
The people around me fade into the dark
The light clouds above me herald a storm
The fire, it freezes, icicle hands reaching
The ice that surrounds me unbearably warm
The fields stretching out consumed by a plague
The light all around sends me into the dark
The glee of all people leaves me feeling hollow
The iron my soul is can’t conduct a spark
The song of the harpies inspire my soul
The words of the people fly over my head
The pain is a mother’s caring caress
The oldest of screams whispers to the dead
The time slows— then it stops—
The metronome stops ticking
The pendulum stills but
The hands keep on moving
With that I know that
My time has now come
As I move onwards
I gift you my song
An ode to remind you
That pain can be joy
And that silence can still
Overpower the noise.