All the sounds begin [bad word] in
And flood the altar of our perception
The silence that we keep in this sleep
Is rising from this slumber again
What we seek we find is intertwined
With our beliefs, manifesting in daily life
Yet it all feels pure and simple now

These silent hearts
We hold within our hands
Within my heart [bad word] is just the same
These silent hearts
Protect it from the dark
Let silence be broken