The Unspoken
“Silence” places reflection at the centre, asking what remains when outside noise and borrowed definitions recede. When the lyric says “Beauty blooms where doubts fall still,” the song moves beyond mood and into self-knowledge as the willingness to question comfortable stories about oneself. Light becomes more than scenery; it begins to stand for clarity, hope, or the nearness of something sacred. The repeated sense of 'we' widens the thought beyond one narrator and makes it communal. What begins with “The arrows aimed by words are known” finally lands at “In silence, stories etched in stone,” where what remains is a more honest inner compass, even if it is still unfinished.
Silence - Lyrics
The arrows aimed by words are known,
They pierce the heart; it causes pain.
Known enemies that joy in vain,
I hear them all; I know their strength.
Silence speaks, it cuts so deep,
Where words can't reach, the truth we keep.
Beauty hides where shadows flee,
In silence lies our destiny.
The fury that the unknown brings,
The words ahead reveal it not.
The words in silent webs were caught,
They struggled not; they let it be.
Silence weighs, the mind untold,
In quiet realms, the heart grows bold.
Beauty blooms where doubts fall still,
In silence, we bend to will.
Some thoughts that linger in the mind,
The words were never groomed to tell.
Heaven's bliss; the wrath of hell,
The consequence of aftermath.
Silence lingers, fills the air,
Its quiet force we all must bear.
Beauty forms when words do fail,
In silence, the soul prevails.
The evil and the good alike,
The words they speak to one and all.
There are these thoughts, that rise and fall,
They shy from light; yet breed along.
Silence calls, a force untamed,
Where words grow weak, yet hearts remain.
Beauty hides in quiet skies,
In silence, truth no longer lies.
In silence, stories etched in stone,
A quiet place where we belong.
Beauty shines without a sound,
Where the heart stands unbound.
Silence whispers, strong and clear,
Where words grow faint, it draws us near.
Beauty thrives in shadows dim,
In silence, we find our hymn.
