There’s a silence among the mourners as they wail into a crowded room, with covered up mirrors and hushed conversations. 

Listen to their faith in You, watch as they follow You. 

There’s a silence within the raging and raving well dressed gentleman standing on the corner of Main Street and 23rd. His voice echoes across the empty midnight streets.

Can You hear his voice? Can You heal his wounds?

Is it an omen that the ominous signs seem to be disappearing behind those ominous clouds up in the sky?

I close my eyes I listen for His words but all I hear is deafening silence. 

I know that You are with me, I know that You are there, I just need to know which way to turn, can You help me there?

Can You hear my voice? Can You feel what I feel? 

Lonely teardrops falling within, so as not to be revealed. In a crowd I am alone in a party of misery. 

Can You hear my voice? Can You feel what I feel? 

An overwhelming extravagant party filled with hedonistic needs and acts of cannibalism being fulfilled and embraced. 

I don’t belong, I don’t belong. Where do I belong? Where do I belong?

The speakers are spraying sounds with angry voices,  with tunes and words I cannot understand. Doesn’t make it unartistic, it just makes me feel as if I’m in a foreign world. 

There’s a silence among the survivors who slowly walk up the stairs to a city that never sleeps. A city filled with reflective lenses meant to celebrate each individual for the monotonous tasks they achieve. For that one moment, for that one second they are smiling…only to frown in disappointment when the posted photo goes unnoticed and the pretense is overlooked.

They will never show their true self they will never be their true self…

I don’t belong, I don’t belong. Where do I belong? Where do I belong?