Kelly Boesch - Quiet Rebellion

I melted harsh words till wilt, dry and prune
Let the rhythm be wide and the logic be thin
I'm living in the spaces where the secrets begin
It's a quiet rebellion, a soft kind of war
To be something the world hasn't tasted before
There is a fire in the fold, a grace in the strange
I am ink on the page that refuses to change
My heart beats to pulse that I wear on my sleeve