There is a hole in my soul
A chink in the wall of my prison
Where when I'm lost and beaten
I can go to listen
A first a lot of static
And the roar of everyone
In the world talking at once
At least that's how it sounds
Like diving into rushing water
Where silence keeps its secrets
And I am loosened from my bonds
Free as a fish to swim again
To that submerged castle's keep
Where my will to love is found
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