*No more*

If you follow the stream
It will lead you from one world to another
Behind the valleys

Somewhere is a grove
You’ve been dreaming of
A grove of dreams
Echoing without words

No more sound
Not a prison
The softest blanket
can be made from emptiness
No more sound
Not a guard
Oh, will you come
To pick me up

If you’re looking for a shelter
It will run away
Just make a roof of stars
To protect you

No more sound…


Credits by Laba (user from Indica Official Forum)