The Promise of Being Filled

All alone is not alone anymore Once you make peace with yourself. Darkness is not a loss of sight Nor being emptied a loss of wealth. These snowy hills will be emptied in the spring, This cutting wind fallen still. I will relinquish this white-knuckled hold... Open up the promise of being filled. Silence has a language no tongue could ever speak, Holds a wisdom gentle to the ears. All the chasing, all the grasping, all the noise Only awaken all the fears. These snowy hills will be emptied in the spring, This cutting wind fallen still. I will relinquish this white-knuckled hold... Open up the promise of being filled. (instrumental verse) These snowy hills will be emptied in the spring, This cutting wind fallen still. As I relinquish this white-knuckled hold... I open up the promise of being filled. As I relinquish this white-knuckled hold... I open up the promise of being filled.