Jostle by Brooke Noble So I became so silent I could no longer hear Be bright my city of tears I grew so tiny in all my ways I could no longer reach myself Be brave my state of sake So I became so simple at ease when I could no longer live among the drowned Be blessed my might of sea Is when I became so calm I could no longer live awake Be patient my need of peace © 2001 Brooke Noble. All rights reserved. Home