Lyrics:

Pages, silent but waiting to say

Old words, sung in some new way

Voices, blank but begging to tell

In stories new, old stories well

There’s a space untold

There’s a line to cross

Look and behold

Who could ever relay

Beauty of infinite measure

You were called to create

Take hold of suspension

Mountains, soaring higher than clouds

Hear the echo of silence and sounds just as loud

Lights rise in the east and fall in the west

As pitch climbs still from trough to crest

Find the shore unseen

Feel the life that waits

In the in between

Can you tell me of the other side?

Are these the answers or just a waste of my time?

Can I find myself in these songs of mine?