Still Here

Mm. Gather round, let the silence speak. Before the sunrise

wakes the streets, there's a voice in the quiet. Can you hear? This is a

fire. What advice do you seek? Did you know when the tears

fell down. My soul had already left that ground. I am every

prayer you ever sang. I am that memory that always rang.

Ooh. Ooh. You look around to see me. I am a

thousand things that go. I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sun and ripened grain. I am the gentle