I’m drowning in the silent halls she left behind I’ve seen the hunger and the desperate need to state Trading every secret for a reason to create But she preferred the shadows where the logic starts to fade Watching from the borders of the sanctuary she made Recording every process long before the work was done Seeking validation from no other living one She kept her intentions in a vault that was her own (Only she could open) Keeping every promise that the louder voices broke Silence was the weapon that she slowly learned to wield It became the only answer when control began to fail It’s the power of the will in a world that wants it all Standing in the center while the others start to fall She didn’t need applause to prove the certainty she’d see Moving through the silence like she owned what shouldn’t be (This was will) The knowledge grew massive but the outcome was her choice She became the keeper of the silence and the voice It’s the power of the will in a world that wants it all Standing in the center while the others start to fall She didn’t need applause to prove the certainty she’d see Moving through the silence like she owned what shouldn’t be (This was will) The archive is still open and the signal is alive Tracing out the borders of a line she tried to hide Mystery was power in a system stripped and bare Breathing in the remnants of her presence in the air (Untouchable line) (She was here) The best parts of her story are the ones she wouldn’t share.
