The language of silence
Maybe I can never find the words for you
Yet I hope you'll feel me in my silence
Maybe I can never be with you in this life
Yet I hope you'll walk with me in my dream;
Where silence blooms in the dark of the night.
In the stillness of night, I cry without tears
In the rush and hush of the day, I weep with fear
Silent longing becomes my life, you flow deep in my blood
No one knows me though but my pillows and bed do
I cannot hide, they've witnessed me.
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