Caught up in this maze to be free   Through bitter fights and distilled dreams   They wait silently   To be heard and not seen   To be touched and not loved   To be watched and not forgotten   With every syllable you're burning truth   Standing in the flames there is someone who waits   Among grace and fire   To be heard and not seen   To be touched and not loved   To be watched and not forgotten   The faint promise of a lonely nightingale   We are waiting for her song or a lie   To be heard and not seen   To be watched and not forgotten