Try sleeping in a room with no windows everything is always dark,

Maybe if the sun shines a little bit brighter I can try and find someone's hearts.

In the midst of all this madness the little facts are always lost,

broken hearts are harder to find, and the finer things always come with a cost.

A bird in the rain sound beautiful, but even so have you seen one fly,

the sun and moon shining side by side in the middle of the afternoon sky.

But then again in a world named silence that has never known one single word,

Does a word such as silence exist because no one was ever known to be heard.

Because in this world called silence love and hope makes me no never-mind,

my only dream is to hear one's voice in the hope that they’ll too hear mine.

And regardless of the words i write the lines on this paper just won't scream,

but then again in this world called silence what exactly does the word “word” mean.

I could cry but my tears won't fall, i could scream but you just won't hear,

I could be dying inside but it take 9 seconds for you to know i'm here.

But that's only in a world called silence and in that no one has a choice,

but try living in a world of echos and you're still the only character without a voice.

I'm not saying that the sky's not blue but i'm saying that rain does fall,

im saying that the sun does set in pink, gray, purple and all.

I'm not saying that grass doesn't grow but i'm saying that rocks are strong,

sit and crush then break away not knowing what was wrong.

But in that room with no windows there's a door that you can only see to,

no one stopping you from leaving but there's a precedent that you can't break through.