Written by Whitney Aumack
A singer of silent songs
In the never-ending night
Calling to the weary
The current of my mind runs rapid
Leads to where my aches are buried
Lifeless, cold, and eerie
Galaxies that are infinite
I still don’t know where I fit in it
Feel it all and I sit in it
Can anybody hear me?
In my dreams children live forever
The lost find their way
In truth, I have more questions than answers
I seem to have more courage than faith
Text © Whitney Aumack
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