The Quiet

And this silence is her life
 Falling fast into the dark November sky
 Over voices she shall cry
 Soundless screams are felt before the sun can rise
 Hear her voice as strong as steel
 Speaking long dead names to keep the evening still
 In her heart rests all of time
 Trapped for now in faith that death is still alive
 To the fields and seas again
 Without sight we wander through the haze of this dark land
 In a dream she gently cries
 In a tear her story moves to find the floor
 And she speaks before she goes away
 "Carry on my friend, but leave me not alone"
 'Til the reign of sleep again
 Without sight we wander through the haze of this dark land
 To the fields and seas again
 Without sight she wanders trough the haze of this lost land
 To the seas again
 'Till we find our lives agian
 And the waves are crashing hard against the farthest shore