No one appreciates you when you are not there
Noise and confusion everywhere
They don’t know you are still here
They should take time to look inside
You\'re not to blame for what they hide
This is the redemption of silence
In them, it is something they can find
People travel to distant places to find you
Not aware you are there all the time
But still, it is something more than their pride
They need to start feeling the stillness behind their eyes
There is nothing to make them feel so high
That is the redemption of silence
In them, it is something they can’t hide
People create their own spaces
Walls and carpets, alter of remembrance
With pictures of ancient faces
They need you more than you need them
You are the warming comfort of a friend
This is the redemption of silence
You are always there even in the end
You are the distant breeze
You are the echo of peace
You are what I feel no what I hear
The mumble of untalented boys
They don\'t know the value of who you are
That is the redemption of silence
There are no words to your song
©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2018