Out the Way

(Verse 1) I'm out of touch, out of the fray, A lost puzzle piece in the light of day. Home is my hideaway, my secret bay, A sanctuary where my thoughts can sway. In the crowd, I'm a ghost, a mere shadow play, But in my hideaway, I'm the lead in the ballet. Out of touch, out of sight, where I lay, Home's the canvas, where my true colors stay. (Chorus) It's not the distance, it's the disarray, Feeling out of touch, even when they say "hey." But in my hideaway, I'm more than okay, It's the harbor where my soul can weigh. (Verse 2) So I stay out the way, in my quiet forte, In the silence of home, I find my leeway. Out of touch with the world, but in tune with the fray, Of my inner peace, in my hideaway. [Bridge] My pain is a silent symphony, a melody of suffering, A storm of sorrow, in my soul, it's thundering. Seeking warmth in others, but the cold is smothering, A relentless weather, my spirit, it's plundering. [Verse 3] I wonder if there's a way to calm the storm, To find peace in turmoil, to transform. A way to heal, to the shattered pieces conform, To silence the symphony of pain, to reform. [Outro] In my hideaway, I ponder and reflect, On the silent symphony of pain, I introspect. Is there a way to calm, to heal, to connect? In the darkness of pain, what light can I expect?