When the noise of the world
No longer rings in your ears
When you can breathe in deeply
And hear it loud and clear
When the hustle of the cars
Can't make lines on your forehead
And in the stillness of it all,
You feel your heart beat instead
When the blades of the rough world
Are done drawing deep cuts on your soft flesh
Watch yourself walk through them all
Feel the fires of your soul dance in revenge
When you've sailed through
The stormy weather and the treacherous seas
And you reach home, battered and humbled
My dear, come undone unto me