What no one can yet see.
If I listen hard enough,
Perhaps it could be me.

Someday I will find a way
To sing a song of silence.
To describe the broken moment
Inside the heat of violence.
Somewhere there's a sentiment

That shows the truth of heartbreak,
The beauty of the tragedy
When you've had more than you can take.
Sometimes when I'm on my knees

What no one can yet see.
If I listen hard enough,
Perhaps it could be me.

In the silence of the sound,
I can hear the whispers of the words
That language hasn't found.
Somehow these small, hidden truths

Will one day be conveyed,
The emotions will be captured,
And their images displayed.
Someone will finally figure out

What no one can yet see.
If I listen hard enough,
Perhaps it could be me.

In the Dark of the night,
when I hear not a thing,
no more whispers of words,
no more warm feeling

So I fill my heart,
until I listen so far,
out comes this song,
this song of silence to me

What no one can yet see.
If I listen hard enough,
Perhaps it could be me.