Hey Tommy!

Sometimes all I crave for is silence.
Sometimes all I need is rest.
Sometimes we just want to breathe.
Sometimes nothing makes sense other than the breeze.
Sometimes the restless mind needs peace.

The peace to feel the things around us and more importantly feel ourselves.
The lost, unsettled, unexplored, unwanted selves.

The time to think what went wrong.
The time to think what made us so strong.
The time to think, explore, love the universe within us.
The time to know the worth of our cosmos.

Maybe we are more than what we think we are.
Maybe it's important to be selfish enough to let us breathe,
To let the caged heart feel the beats,
To close our eyes and to let the mind freeze.

What made my mind so suffocated?
What made my soul so scared?
Like the colour of the dawn,
the silence now seems like a song.
With that long it got loneliness along,
Now that song makes me happy.
With every passing breathe,
I cling to it,
to save me,
to brave me.

When the sun craved for the romantic moon,
to cure her madness.
It kept looking at it, kept fooling around.
But did never take her along.
It was then the sun realised her light.
With every passing hour, her happiness so bright.

With every passing day,
I pray my caged heart to fly,
The cages to break,
The demons to die.

I cling to the silence,
for my existance.
But why?
Maybe I know why,
Maybe because the silence will never lie.