What will it be the sound so loudly waking memories of a life not yet defined yet so often forgotten why In the essence of a silent room must I seek the noise that haunts my every day dream night in shining armor It turns out, I really just don’t need you or anyone else to save me from the prison I create for my own heart let me free my mind inspiring wishes no one else knows or sees in the essence of a light barely shinning yet so damn bright
no one
Can quite the sound
