but it's the silence
there are the times when it speaks so true
speaks of what it is that the "real" honestly desires
not the false bravado of a well spoken player
no the voice the love fearing childish nay sayer
not that one all consuming kiss, that managed to sway her
back to where she came from

but for the silence
i would not have a moment to speak out loud
and the voice brings forth an honesty undeniable
but the sound creates an urge to pull within
all the full encompassing doubts laiden with sin
with gold sweetened kisses my bed has had you in
Lord i forgot where i came from

oh it's the silence
that allows she to be me
creates comfort despite tesion
who lets her own heart just to see
the wealth of beauty despite the poverty of violence
where society has us all trapped
tragedy spills out rivers of yearning to the concrete
where envrionmental catastophy is always God's angry thunder clap

whispers through the wind forever screaming your name in reverence
the speaker would not have one moment of sanity gained
oh but for the silence