Rhythm In The Silence

The clock spins wild, but we stand still, Chasing dreams on a windowsill. Stark of dark, a fleeting hue, A world we made in shades of blue. There's a rhythm in the silence, a pulse beneath the air. Every second is defiance, every heartbeat's a dance. A word of thunder in the quiet skies, A wildfire seemed to ancient eyes. We break the mold, we write the tale, With every breath we lift the veil. A word of thunder in the quiet skies,