The time for soft and quiet has come.
Rest.
Lay down the bones of sorrows past.
Yesterday is a hush,
no longer ringing her angry bell.
She knows it true.
The time for soft
and quiet
has come.

The time for soft and quiet has come.
Rest.
Lay down the bones of sorrows past.
Yesterday is a hush,
no longer ringing her angry bell.
She knows it true.
The time for soft
and quiet
has come.
What colour shall I paint my sky?
Soft-pink and grey:
clouds of spun sugar,
sweet dreams that drift me to life?
Bring me a cool breath of clarity.
Bring me a little light,
and I will shine it, wherever I may go.
Though the roads may crumble
and darken
and fade,
I will have my little light.
I will have my sweet dreamy sky.
The sweet and quiet of life is where my soul belongs.
The essence of a strawberry.
The taste of the softest kiss beneath a swaying tree.
It is not all that I am, this sweet and quiet that calls me.
But it is my favourite place to be.
My favourite aspect of everything.
All the gentle, beautiful people.
How I love you.
And how this world needs you, so.