Quiet hearts by Amy Stroup

How deep is the well? I am sinking down, I am sinking down
Look up to you, but you can't be found, you can't be found.
Call to the owl who hides his words, can't be heard
Looks down at me, see something I can't see, I can't see.
Grace falls down on quiet hearts
Just when I think it might fall apart.
Grace falls down on quiet hearts
You don't have to yell, don't have to yell.
Here in this well of mine, water starts to rise, starts to rise
Pushing me to top of the tide, I will rise
I'll follow your eyes