Past the Gates - Oddland

Past the gates

Your soul creates

Lies a path

That radiates

In a world of sterile crowds

We are part of the system

Closed from wisdom

Buried words, running deep

Stinging into a question

Suggestion

In my days

I’ve not heard

A stronger sound

And I believe

In silence lies

The power to hear

Not in fear

Not being austere

Through the halls

A whisper calls

In a world of broken glass

We are hovering over

A four-leaf clover

But no one knows when to end

And for how long until it’s over

In my days

I’ve not heard

A stronger sound

And I believe

In silence lies

The power to hear

Not in fear

Not being austere