There is a quiet room
A place where secrets go
Where distant voices ache
Whispers, silently, slow

Where the walls are of fear
And the carpets runneth over with the tears
But God is silent

Here, the unknown moves
Longing to be free
Come near and nearer still
To the echoes of a dream

Where the chairs are filled with doubt
And the doors keep no stranger out
But God is silent

I can see you in my dreams
Every when, all you've seen
Cuts right to the core of me
But God is silent