Silence

Hold, your breath and lend an ear, or wait for it to break

We, the witness and the difference of success and of mistake

With just the words unwritten, spoken of the quiet is a lie

You hold the answer but you're too afraid to try

Take, my hand when no one sees, to hide the plainest sight

We, the mixture of a certainly uncertain oversight

Without a word admitted, spoken out, the quiet keeps it true

You think you're running but I'm walking next to you

So give, it up and let me in, your walls are in my way

You, the story of the only one, "the one that got away"