HUSH
THROUGH THE NIGHT HOURS QUIET HUSH
AS THE LAST OF SUNSET FADES
ALONE YET WITH A PRESENCE
LURKING IN THE CORNER OF EVENINGS SHADE
ILLUSIVE AND EVER GROWING
CONSUMING WHAT'S LEFT OF ME
DRAINING A ONCE PURE AND HOLY HEART
HUSH...YOU SAY.... I CAN SET YOU FREE
AND HOW I WANT TO BELIEVE THIS
I WOULD PAY THE PRICE WITH MY SOUL
HUSH... YOU SAY...I CAN FREE YOU
NEVER TO BE AGAIN ALONE
YET AS THE LAST RAY OF SUNLIGHT
BEAMS BRILLIANT BEFORE THE NIGHT
THE SPARK OF ME YET STILL ALIVE
SAYS....HUSH....THIS ISN'T RIGHT
WITH THE MORNING HOURS
WHEN LIGHT WILL SHINE ANEW
IT WILL BANISH THE HOPELESS PRESENCE
GIVING MEANING TO ALL I DO
SO I WILL HUSH ; THE HUSH OF VOICES
THAT LIVE IN EVENING SHADE
AND REACH FOR THE BEAM OF SUNLIGHT
CHANGING THE CHOICE I HAD MADE
THROUGH THE NIGHT HOURS QUIET HUSH
AS THE LAST OF SUNSET FADES
ALONE YET WITH A PRESENCE
I SAY HUSH.....I AM NOT AFRAID
PAM GALLO
DREAMER * 2002
