I feel the heat from the wild fire
I smell the smoke as trees give into its desire
I hear the roaring as the waves crash down
An unending rhythm as water meets with ground
But the raging in my heart doesn't make a sound
I hear the wind blowing through the trees
I see the birds as hide and flee
I hear the thunder from the distant clouds
I feel the rain as it falls to the ground
But the storm in my heart doesn't make a sound
I see the moon and the stars up high
The contrast of light and dark in the blanket of sky
I feel the sunshine when it's beating down
And the gravity of the earth to the sun that it's bound
But it doesn't make a sound
I hear the laughter of a little child
I see the mess created when they're free and wild
I see the tears when they're falling down
And I hold them close to me hoping to mend it somehow
But the love that's in my heart doesn't make a sound
I hear the street noises all around
The marching band, the chatter, all those very human sounds
I take in all the faces of the passing crowd
Yet I've never felt more lonely than I do right now
But the sorrow in my heart doesn't make a sound