I sit in silence waiting for the sound

I hear the rushing of cars, the cries of the town

The sound of wind blowing all around

In the distance I see dark clouds

 

The sounds of pain of grief comes down on the town

The bashes of thunder sounds like the wails of the forgotten

The flashes of lighting is a whole life that just gone by

But that is not the sound  I seek so I block it all out

 

I hear the lies on T.V that people pretend is gospel

From a faraway land I hear the pounding of drums

They cry for war and more young blood

I hear the screams of children the swears of elders

 

An I think how can I find my sound

So I lock myself in my mind with silence

My ears still ringing as I set down

My heart is beating so ever soft

 

Bump, bump, bump and then no more

I am not dead  no I have never been more alive

I have found the sound I was looking for

An I listen not wanting to miss a thing about it

 

It flows like the ocean and crashes likes waves

It’s worth more gold than anyone can pay

The sound I been waiting on I can hear atlas

It’s the sound of my soul being free at last