Backtracked Soundground

In the rare times of silence,
there is still a sound.
There is background noise.
It'll never let me be lonely,
even when I'm the most alone.

In the rare times of silence,
there is still a sound.
It's there when I'm alone.
When I think thoughts of old,
that depress me deep inside.

Its an echo of your voice,
saying "I love you".
You're the background static,
of my existence.

Sometimes but a whisper,
a murmur, Then!
A symphony,
a roaring storm,
a tranquil wind,
a lesser evil,
for a greater good.

In the rare times of silence,
your voice never leaves.
It's all I've got for now.
Alongside the ever-rose,
that I carry around my neck.

That I can't hold you yet
is a price I gladly pay.
This wait will make the future
sweeter than the salted seas
that drown the bad parts of the past.