I'm finding out about it,
that I'm not one of those
who silent as a cloud
just drift wherever wind would blow.

I'm finally doubtless about it,
this light I'm holding shows
that shadows' glance
will at a glance
conceal what really glows.

Been listening for an answer.
Been looking for a cure.
Been hoping that there's something
worth all this trying for.

Been listening for an answer,
some magic words unknown.
Been listening with all my heart
and now I'm starting to let it...

That sound...
A voice is singing, baby.
That sound,
yeah, this one's my own.
That sound,
my Will is singing, baby.
It's calling me back home.

Loud as a storm.
New as another color.
Strong as the names
we use to hold each other.
As powerful as secret words and secret kinds of knowledge.
As meaningful as sharing words and showing others knowledge.

Blown by a wind
that blows from by own lungs.
Reading the truth
written in my own tongue.

Been listening for an answer,
these magic words I know.
Been listening to my heart,
and now I'm starting to let it...

That sound...