Soft fear is tamed by unknown wild.
Bruised love is blind as it rises to speak.
Soft pine kisses,
Whispering as it shines cooly.

Speak is to live, to live is to
speak fear blindly.
To tame is to rise against
time all together.
The blind whisper of the wind
sings slowly of this believe.

Speak of the tamed fear.
Sing of the love that blindly
speaks of bruises.
Whisper of the times of speaking.
Love is time, wild and tamed.

Shine brightly when speaking.
Whisper unblindly of this belief.
Speak is to live, to live is to
speak of fear clearly.
Love is time, wild and tamed.