Wrinkles fill my hands, As each year that has passed Has been carved Through the winters and all the of the cold I have watched my reflection grow old Dust, has painted the walls And my loneliness shadows the doors All of my life I have waited Waited for something to wash On my shores
And now I can hear the sound of silence, My heartbeat, my breathing My emptiness filling (My soul) I feel, my time is now nearing And weaves through the threads of my life And of that I have done and told
Rivers of memories flow, To the oceans of thoughts in the Back of my mind Has the story for all been foretold? Was my destiny written? And then to me was then sold? I’ll carry the scars to my grave From the last time I looked in her face She lay on her bed full of tears As she knew that her time had then neared
And now I can hear the sound of silence, My heartbeat, my breathing My emptiness filling (My soul) I feel, my time is now nearing And weaves through the threads of my life And of that I have done and told