There's a peace I know that
Often hides when my soul is crowded with life and
It creeps around without sound,
Waiting for me to seek it again.
How often we let ourselves be distracted by
Forget to find that peace.
I wander in and out of halls and dressing rooms,
In search of something and I cannot quite
Remember what it is, but
I know I cannot live without it and
Somewhere a voice whispers and I almost,
Almost hear it but
Hello, life again,
Hiding it, crowding it.
Can they co-exist or is it a forever
Battle? Is there a way to walk through life,
Led by peace? She dreams deep and
He dreams deep and they walk, deep.