Muted
 Patterns I see in disarray
 Wanting to leave, but I remain
 And as they breathe, mute my name
 Will I be seen, holding the space?

 Burn like the sun, keeping it closed
 Rivers will run when I'm alone
 Sacred a home, every note
 There's only one voice left in the symphony of the flow
 The symphony of the flow

 The symphony of the flow
 The symphony of the flow