When Silence Turns to Sound

In the San Juans In the valley I crossed a border in between I cut loose I came clean And I drank a cup of honesty Pulsing waters Bending streams I let the winds envelop me When the world was a boulder Heavy on my shoulders I'd remember flying In circles and circles around My childhood home I remembered diving In circles and circles around My childhood home And I crawled through a maze In the desert of youth In awe amazed at what I could do When I took matters into My own hands And when silence Turns into sound Will this person be around? Will you still be around? Will you still be around?