Someday I will find a way
To sing a song of silence.
To describe the broken moment
Inside the heat of violence.
Somewhere there's a sentiment
That shows the truth of heartbreak,
The beauty of the tragedy
When you've had more than you can take.
Sometimes when I'm on my knees
In the silence of the sound,
I can hear the whispers of the words
That language hasn't found.
Somehow these small, hidden truths
Will one day be conveyed,
The emotions will be captured,
And their images displayed.
Someone will finally figure out
What no one can yet see.
If I listen hard enough,
Perhaps it could be me.
To sing a song of silence.
To describe the broken moment
Inside the heat of violence.
Somewhere there's a sentiment
That shows the truth of heartbreak,
The beauty of the tragedy
When you've had more than you can take.
Sometimes when I'm on my knees
In the silence of the sound,
I can hear the whispers of the words
That language hasn't found.
Somehow these small, hidden truths
Will one day be conveyed,
The emotions will be captured,
And their images displayed.
Someone will finally figure out
What no one can yet see.
If I listen hard enough,
Perhaps it could be me.

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