I swing in chords of sound waves
In my own place, where no one hears.
With song I can, if soul raves,
Defeat insanity and fears.
I'm sick and greedily drink cures:
Earphones are deprivation tank.
I swam, 'cause music me secures,
Until in silence I am sank.
I reached protection with the Shield
Of lyrics, melodies and croons,
But heard outside the Voice that healed
And totally dissolved my wounds.
I'm sick, refusing usual cures:
In previous place I'm cold and dank.
I floated while none me secures
Until in silence I am sank.
I'm wandering now down the streets
To find that precious one who sang.
I'll stand cacophony's cruel beats -
For Dream soul will endure the clang.
I'm sick and desperately search cures
Like boat in gale searches for bank.
I sailed with Voice, which me secures,
Till in dead silence I'm not sank.