All you want is to hear my voice, and how could you not? As long as your ears have heard I've been singing my songs of hope and woe. The sacred harmonies of reformation and regret, weaving my story into your bones. Weaving my story into your soul, you cry out, and how could you not? But I need a moment, just a moment to breathe, because today I can't find the man you love, and I'm armed to the teeth. All you want is to hear my voice, my body reacts like I have no choice. My best intentions possessed. Love resisting arrest. Wisdom held hostage at my own behest. There's no cover from the storm. Tears concealed in the rain, you pray for the end. As the clouds part and words return, we whisper 'goodnight.' *Let us slip into silent night where blades retract and no flames alight,
now doused in silence while dreams abound
until with the dawn solace resounds. **“The sun sets on the war, the day breaks and everything is new."
*written by Greg Bennick.
**Borrowed from Kings of Convenience.