Nico
Miranda
Bruzzone

Silent republic of the sky
Listen to these words that are raised to you
Pay attention to the fire in my voice,

I ask for your guidance to silence the noise

Silent nation up above, fix my compass
I'll pay tribute
I'll hum a prayer
I'll seek forgiveness
I'll beg for peace

While I wait, I shelter in the sea, in the crashing of the waves
and the echoes of the tides,
to fill up the space, to stretch out the time.

I wait patiently for inspiration,
for a reason not to hide.
A reason to stand straight, a reason not to fight

I'm hoping for that moment when I least expect it,
to bear witness to the break in the shell,
to drink water from the well,
to feel the raindrops that fell

I wonder every day if I'm walking straight,
and I seek my shadow to be able to tell

I wonder every day if its wise to act strong
Sometimes life feels not wide enough and way too long

Silent republic of the sky, raise your voice of guidance
Send your wisdom in the form of arrows and cover them in bravery

so I can learn to aim straight,
so I can learn to let go,
so I can hear the wind whisper
So I can learn to feel light again and make my worries turn few

So,
Silent republic of the sky,
Listen to these words that I raise to you