Words are windows to the soul
Words are my way back home
The mirror that I look in
When all the world wears thin
The solace I can turn to
When the tide begins to burn through
Like I can be felt, like I can be touched
When words are read, or heard or clutched
So if you can see
Through the window of me
Through the silence, the shroud
Through the billowing cloud
Words will surround you
Words will have found you
For words are windows to the soul
Words are my way home