This Is the Sound

This is the sound of my breaking This is the sound of the absence of my voice Let my body speak with silence I'm out of sentiments and useless noise This is the sound of disorientation When you find yourself just feeling lost We all crave reconciliation But it is sometimes what we fear the most Yeah yeah yeah This is the sound of surrender Like trumpets after a final battle call Wait for the fog to clear before you stumble Over your own corpse and lose it all Yeah yeah yeah This is the sound of new beginnings Coming on the heels of death But sometimes it's hard to believe in spring When there are no leaves left This is the sound of my clock ticking Of minutes turning into years And context will soften the illusions And grace will wipe away the tears This is the sound This is the sound