• Sitting in the silence
    To better understand,
    The sound of the whipsers
    Spoken across the land.

    Sitting in stillness
    While others just walk by,
    Listening to the whispers
    Beginning to take flight.

    I don't act like I
    Understand what they say,
    But I'm listening to them
    Each and everyday.
    Trying to understand what
    They're trying to portray,
    Just listening to the whispers,
    Each and everyday.

    I hear them in the darkness.
    I hear them in the light.
    I hear them speak of joy.
    I hear them speak of fright.

    I listen as their song,
    Echoes in my soul.
    I listen to them speak,
    Of things I'll never know.

    Are you sitting in silence?
    Are you listening too?
    Do you understand,
    What they're asking you to do?
    Do you listen to their song,
    In the silence of the night?
    Or do you try and sing along,
    In the brightness of the light?

    Sitting in the silence,
    Beginning to understand,
    What the whispers are singing
    As they flow across the land.

    Now I sing along
    As my voice joins with theirs.
    Letting know their secrets,
    To anyone who cares.

    Take a seat and listen,
    To the quiet whispered song.
    And soon you will learn
    And then YOU can sing along...