Valley of the Quiet

In the valley of the quiet,
That's where broken starts to heal,
Where the truth ain't something spoken,
It's something you can feel.
I've seen lovers turn to strangers overnight,
Watch the faithful lose their grip and drift away.
But the hardest thing I ever had to face was the mirror showing me I'd done the same.
There's a price for every mile you run from home,
And the bill comes due when you're too tired to pay.
But I learned that breaking open lets the light find the places you've been hiding from yourself.
In the valley of the quiet,
Where the noise can't find your name,