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Journey Through Silence: Unveiling Life's In-Between
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Lyrics

I tied your shoes while you

I assisted you with mundane tasks

Sat and watched the rain

You observed rainfall while I tied your shoes

Hands folded across your lap and the dull

Your hands were folded, expressing calmness

Look of peace across your face

A serene look was on your face

Mom down the hall, Bible pressed to her chest

Mom, with the Bible, emphasized the pervasive evil

When she swore the Devil hides in everything

She believed the Devil is present in everything

And her room was the only safe haven left

Her room was the last refuge


She watched us grow through window panes

Mom observed our growth through windows


Something in the middle

Sense of obstruction or challenge

Something in the middle

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Something in the middle

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Something's in the way

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You had held my hand while the

Something disrupts or hinders, uncertain

Wind whistled nocturnes in the dark

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Something in the middle

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Something in the middle

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Something in the middle

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Something's in the way

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Never knew what it meant to be whole and free

Not understanding the concept of being complete and liberated


Something in the middle

Continued sense of interference or disturbance

Something in the middle

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Something in the middle

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Something's in the way

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Neither one of them mocks if we steer

Parental disapproval if deviating from their chosen paths

From paths only they can see

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But sink or swim is all they'd say

Advising to cope with challenges independently


Your hand rode the wind out

A journey with family, absorbing surroundings

The window of the train

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We slept in our seats with our

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Knees curled beneath our dirty chins

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Dad gripped the bags like they might fly away

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And the scenery beyond the glass was liquid

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We sat and soaked it in

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I felt your breath along the way

Feeling the closeness of someone's breath


I'd hold your hand when the sky fell apart

Mutual support during difficult times

And you would hold my hand if you

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Felt me slipping back into the dark

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I can't tell from the ground

Uncertainty about the future, questioning existence

If the sky will fall

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I can't tell from the sky if

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There's anybody down there at all

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It's empty inns and empty plates

Desolation, emptiness in experiences

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