Straining to hear the silent words,
I cry out in language that can't be spoken
and the quiet, now, is broken
by the volume of a voice that can't be heard.
Madness settles into sanity now;
there is no why there is only how.
And, suddenly... it all grows clear;
both noon light and moonlight shine bright
they are not separate-half of day is the night.
Examine the lie closely, truth will appear;
wrong isn't opposite but, absence of right
and, where Love lives there's no room for fear.