There’s gravel under my feet,
making the sweetest and most chilling noise ever to be heard by dead ears and a dead mind.

Amongst that flawless beauty and this awful turn around,
I can’t seem to find the pearl of your light that used to guide me.
The one thing to ever make me whole again.

The one sound I really need to hear.

Your whispering in my blood and bones,
your love forever to protect me.

There is dying in the world today,
Somewhere in the world there’s something lost and someone losing,
while I am here listening to the silence waiting for God’s word to reach me.

Someone’s lost and eternally found while I walk over the bones of the dead,
the most chilling noise to be heard.