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Quiet

Letting the edges go

Would I lose the sight of myself in you?

Could I forget

Learn to forgive

And from that mountain view

Would I see myself anew?

Did the music die in the quiet?

Or did it give me room to resonate?

When I am hate

If I could resonate

Quiet

A moment’s hope to lend

A sign of life, a second’s silence to send

While ends over ends whisper their tired suicides down that rope again

Could I mend?

Did the music die in the quiet?

Or did it give me room to resonate?

When I am hate

If I could resonate