Soft and sound
Live and loud
There always is a heart’s divide
Quiet breeze
Blustered gale
To all it seems we’d never tried
Then in pressured let-loose rage
All, it seems, is put to rights
‘Til stuffed again within its cage
The twilight turns to darker nights
Blist’ring wind
Silent storm
There always is a heart’s divide
Bred in hollow
Caves within
Rifts grow gaping miles wide
Live and loud
There always is a heart’s divide
Quiet breeze
Blustered gale
To all it seems we’d never tried
Then in pressured let-loose rage
All, it seems, is put to rights
‘Til stuffed again within its cage
The twilight turns to darker nights
Blist’ring wind
Silent storm
There always is a heart’s divide
Bred in hollow
Caves within
Rifts grow gaping miles wide
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