Is there such a thing as too much peace?

Or a time when solitude fails

I follow my loved ones wherever they wander

And worry when their hearts start to break

If only I could reach them

If only I could hold them

And tell them it will all be ok

But I am gone, gone to the place where it’s silent

Gone to the place where it’s still

And yes peace and quiet are all very well

But I would trade it all for a day,

An hour or a minute with you

With the bustle, the laughter, the tears and the joy.

So yes there is such a thing.