In the quiet, where thoughts are loud,
and shadows dance with light,
solitude wraps me in its shroud—
a refuge, soft and bright.
Here, in the silence, I am whole,
unseen roots stretching deep,
where whispers of the soul
rock restless fears to sleep.
In the quiet, where thoughts are loud,
and shadows dance with light,
solitude wraps me in its shroud—
a refuge, soft and bright.
Here, in the silence, I am whole,
unseen roots stretching deep,
where whispers of the soul
rock restless fears to sleep.