I get too busy to balance and get dizzy Now and then as how it goes and like others I suppose Brothers out of round about sisters out of whack Serial resisters of serenity like me Who lack a sense of center too as I do and who get off track Yet when all is still I can see to my surprise What my ears can never hear until I open my eyes No way out but in so the music can begin At the pin of the wheel of what is real then to feel The joys of letting go in silence that destroys the noise I know Where in silence there is sung the song of my heart Let my heart fall silent so the music can start +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII