

I closed the heavy oak door
Let the silence settle on the floor
No phone ringing in the hall
Just the shadows fading on the wall
I'm finding my own rhythm now
Reclaiming light from the river of lies
In the clarity
of an empty room Where the storm
finally dies
I counted seconds in the quiet space
Wiped the
dust from my tired face
Choosing the empty air tonight
Over the crowd that dimmed my light
No more compromise (no more)
Just the sovereign skies
Clarity
in the empty room...
(after the storm)