A still quiet moment, a fragment of peace.
I live for that space when my mind is at ease.
When I hear your sweet voice, I can finally breathe.
Still is a place where I can be free.

They told me to wait, to sit in the chaos.
They said you can handle it and they told me to trust.
But it's loud and intrusive, and I want it to end.
But in order to grow, they said first you must mend.

Why can't I sit down? Why can't I let go?
The more that I fight, the less that I know.
The nightmares, they swallow me 
while past imagery follows me.

Beautifully broken, written, not spoken.
Is this what it feels like when your soul is awoken?
When I made that choice, I could finally see.
Still is a place where I can be free.