I live in the silence,
And I suffer from blindness.
I was embraced by the violence.
But I am a son of kindness.

Couldn’t you live–with–me?
Couldn’t you take–me–away?
Why can’t you see;
And why can’t you stay?

To my life I try to bring order,
While I’m told to live free.
I’m stuck on the border.
Between structure and sanity.

I reached into my chest
And felt the love that I’d kept.
I thought it would handle the rest,
But I awoke to the silence and mutely I wept.

I wanted to give you my world,
But I know you’d turn away from it.
Because, you’re not that girl
And so to the silence I recommit.