Paddy Heaton - Within the Silence

I'm sitting with the paradox of image
That passers-by don't see the real me
Who am I if I am not the sum of what's inside my head
Is that always who I want to be?

I'm taking time to think about my future
The one when I don't end up on a stage
Maybe I should hear my own advice about identity
Don't find it in your hobbies or your wage

Strip me of the platform and the titles
Take away my instruments and cut my hair
What if why I made a noise was found within the silence
Maybe who I am is buried there?

Legacy's defined by the beholder
Mortal and eternal disagree
Followers will only end up scrolling past your funeral
And won't put stock in what they cannot see

Strip me of the platform and the titles
Take away my instruments and cut my hair
What if why I made a noise was found within the silence
Maybe who I am is buried there?

So I'm pinning all I am on upon a poor man
One with resurrection in His veins
May I be remembered as a man who never lost his soul
While dreaming of the world he could have gained

Strip me of the platform and the titles
Take away my instruments and cut my hair
After I'm done making noise and all I am is silence
Open up the grave I won't be there

Written by:
Paddy Heaton

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