Caught up in this maze to be free
Through bitter fights and distilled dreams
They wait silently
To be heard and not seen
To be touched and not loved
To be watched and not forgotten
With every syllable you're burning truth
Standing in the flames there is someone who waits
Among grace and fire
To be heard and not seen
To be touched and not loved
To be watched and not forgotten
The faint promise of a lonely nightingale
We are waiting for her song or a lie
To be heard and not seen
To be watched and not forgotten