Sometimes if you sit real still,
you can hear all the sounds,
all the sounds in the world. 
And there, right there,
you're free as a bird,
just watching those candles burn.
You'll hear your heart,
You'll feel it beat.
You'll hear the sands,
the sands of time,
just passing you by.
If you hear it,
If you feel it too,
devour those helpless hours,
until the tears rip boldly away.
Until your heart whispers, "Everything,
Everything will be okay."
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