Quietude کے بول

Your quietude fills the air And there's a mindful Restlessness that was beside me Frail, thin thoughts That won't let go And their trailings poison everything And I swear I will never huddle at your feet Too lost and too scarred to belong Too tired and alone to go on But then the dreams behind your eyes Unfold and make you shine And though my heart's so weary Of stolen love It always blinds me That witch's brew of fortitude and kindness The faint, tranquil glow That shimmers where you go Oh, I know It makes no sense But every time it brings that feeling back again The light, and the love,and the hope The haste of it all as it grows The darkness of my light Is sowing in my smile