Sound From The box

I am at a lost without you,

I am frail to the sound of nothing,

To know that I am here and you may not be,

To feel all this emotion that no one else can,

To feel gravity ripped from underneath my feet,

To fall into nothingness of space

You save me; you took me from my edge, my simplicity,

You place me onto earth, so that I can once again stand,

You took my soul, and squeezed out all the sorrow, all the pain,

So that I can once again be, me,

Not just be

You are the light of me, the tune that place me back, after I have broke,

You are the breaker of silence, the mover of nerves,

You are music, the link to my heart

The string that twangs, the drum that beats, the key that plays,

You are the sound from the box,

You are Sound From The Box,

You are music

Sound of Life

I am at a lost without you,
Life

I am frail to the sound of nothing,
And having silence is for many men, a dream,
But I fear silence; a thing birthed by death,
That stops, in my mind, the world still.

When all that is felt, becomes nothing,
But in the ghost palm, you have everything,
Everything is everything in the eye,
But everything becomes nothing in the ears,

You save me; you took me from my edge, my simplicity,
You place me onto earth, so that I can once again stand,
You took my soul, and squeezed out all the sorrow, all the pain,
So that I can once again be, me,
Not just be

You are the light of me, the tune that place me back, after I have broke,
You are the breaker of silence, the mover of nerves,
You are music, the link to my heart
The string that twangs, the drum that beats, the key that plays,
You are the sound from the box,

You are Sound From The Box,
You are music