All the glowing talking boxes,
In this land of lights,
And the noises,
And the voices,
Sometimes wear me out.
I’m searching for that certain stillness,
A calm without,
A calm within,
I’m searching for that sacred silence,
To lose and find myself in.
All the glowing talking boxes,
In this land of lights,
And the noises,
And the voices,
Sometimes wear me out.
I’m searching for that certain stillness,
A calm without,
A calm within,
I’m searching for that sacred silence,
To lose and find myself in.
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