1,638 : 10 ?When we are silent
the stories we tell
As I sit and wait
for the whole thing to gel
to come into focus
the night turned to dawn
the sureness we sought for
uncertainties gone
when the world is silent
its stories unfolds
invisible world
not of silver or gold
not of hammers or highways
it sprouts in the cracks
and nothing can stop it
it can’t be held back
we think we’re important
we are in a way
we all have our moments
we all have our day
we find it in silence
just part of the same
the world that turns ever
all part of the game
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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