All that din
Stained by tears
Disarms until the end
Everything isn't said
Hardly described
Dragged out oblivion
The time to say
The time to keep silent
The time to do
Just gratitude
The time to hear
Just a little silence
Nothing important
Only the essential
A missing measure
Nothing left
Within reach
Of a powerless life
The time to write
The time to hear
The time to do
Just gratitude
The time to hear
Just a little silence
The face against the ground
Closing our eyes for a moment
To look for what lights us up
While this time
The time buries itself
The time to do
Just gratitude
The time to hear
Just a little silence