Resonant Truth

(hummmm) Can you hear me through the timber and the stone? (hummmm)

I spent twenty years keeping it low

Scared that the rafters would shake

Buried my breath in the cold winter snow

Waiting for something to break

Now the quiet has grown far too thin

To hold in what wants to begin (ohhh)

This is my voice,

rising through the clearing

Every word I swallowed whole coming home

No longer afraid of the ears that are hearing

I can stand in the open alone

(yeah, my

voice)

Used to speak in a nod or a shrug

Letting the room take the lead

Sweeping my truth right underneath the rug

Choking on what I would need

Every quiet excuse turned to ash

When the sudden dawn started to crash

(ohhh yeah)

This is my voice,

rising through the clearing

Every word I swallowed whole coming home

No longer

afraid of the ears that are hearing

I can stand in the open alone

(hear it now, my voice)

It might tremble,

it might waver

It might break

along the seam

It carries every single

dream

(yeah, it carries it all)

This is my voice,

breaking every silence

Every note I held inside finally found

No longer running from the heavy violence

Listen

to the living sound

(oh, my

voice) (my voice)

Can you hear me now?

(ahhhh) Just my

voice.