If you do not hear the thunder pound
A child's cries, a haunting sound
If you do not feel the pouring rain
Each drop a tear, each tear in pain
If you do not smell the drunken wind
That carries whispers of what's been sinned
Then you'll never know the sorrow's song
Or the fragile strength in holding on
Senseless is the silence that keeps us blind
The broken voices we leave behind
A helpless flower, drowning slow
In the storm we fail to know
If you do not taste the bitter blend
Of hope that bends but will not mend
If you cannot see the shadows loom
A fragile heart lost in the gloom
Then you'll never feel the scars they bear
Or the weight of pain left hanging there
Senseless is the silence that keeps us blind
The broken voices we leave behind
A helpless flower, drowning slow
In the storm we fail to know
Suffering bears the fruits of love
Roots of pain, branches above
Unselfishness blooms through the strife
A bittersweet gift of stolen life
Senseless is the silence that keeps us blind
The broken voices we leave behind
A helpless flower, drowning slow
In the storm we fail to know
Hear the thunder, feel the rain
Smell the wind that screams their pain
Taste the season, see the cries
No longer senseless, open your eyes