[00:00.51]I searched the sky and found no word for this
[00:05.07]The ache thats not quite sadness not quite peace
[00:09.48]A silence dressed in almost not in bliss
[00:13.94]A tide that comes but never finds release
[00:18.35]So I invented language of my own
[00:22.82]With vowels made soft and consonants made kind
[00:27.30]A word that means to love but not be known
[00:31.71]A sound that sighs where pain and hope unwind
[00:53.85]We think in terms the dictionary gives
[00:58.38]But some things live beyond what can be named
[01:01.85]The soul invents the language that it lives
[01:07.31]And carves its words where none have yet been claimed
[01:11.54]So if you feel what has no phrase or part
[01:16.14]Just let it rise and echo from your heart