I have carried quiet thunder
in the chapel of my chest,
buried words beneath the bruises,
laid my prayers down with the rest.
I have swallowed storms in secret,
worn a smile to hide the sting,
but there comes a holy morning
when the silent soul must sing.
Let the silent soul finally sing.
Let the broken bells begin to ring.
Let the pain that had no name
rise through fire, rise through flame.
Let the prisoner find his wings.
Let the silent soul finally sing.
I have walked through lesser evils
when the better doors were gone.
I have held what kept me breathing
just to make it to the dawn.
But the crutch that kept me standing
cannot be my chain for life.
Lord, I lay it at Your altar.
Turn my darkness into light.
Let the silent soul finally sing.
Let the broken bells begin to ring.
Let the pain that had no name
rise through fire, rise through flame.
Let the prisoner find his wings.
Let the silent soul finally sing.
I was not born to stay buried.
I was not made to disappear.
I was not called out of sorrow
just to keep on living here
like a ghost inside a body,
like a voice afraid to speak.
Now Your Spirit moves within me,
and the strong rise from the weak.
Let it sing.
Let it sing.
Let the old chains lose their meaning.
Let it sing.
Let it sing.
Let the numb heart start believing.
Let the silent soul finally sing.
Let the broken bells begin to ring.
Let the pain that had no name
rise through fire, rise through flame.
Let the prisoner find his wings.
Let the silent soul finally sing.
No more hiding in the ache.
No more sleeping through the spring.
No more death inside my breathing.
Let the silent soul
finally sing.
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