October 3, 2007
Sometimes you can’t help but think
Why, is my life this way?
Whenever I look for an answer
All I find is noise

Noise of the bad things
And noise of all good
It’s all different,
The noise that we feel

In different moods
And different sounds
Different ways of
Hearing or listening

That song of our life
Where we search for the answers
When we are lost
And need to be found

Just making our way through the crowd
Searching for that noise that’s
Waiting to be heard

That noise in my head
And the sound in heart
The noise of my soul

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