The Hidden Silence

I ride the hidden silence,
that's buried deep inside,
the noise it overwhelms me,
So loud it makes me cry.
Taken to the edge of it,
my emotions are rubbed raw,
please help me off this ride,
and to your arms I'll fall.
It's the hidden silence,
and that you can not be,
but if you ride it long enough,
the edge of it you'll see.
Darkened is the loneliness,
in between these plains,
and in the hidden silence,
the songs remain the same.