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“The Sound Beneath the Silence” is a reflective 1960s-inspired folk ballad about what we choose not to hear. Behind comfort, headlines, and quiet rooms, there are stories that rarely reach the surface. This song is not an accusation — it is a reminder. A reminder that silence has weight, and that sometimes the smallest voices carry the deepest truths. Acoustic, intimate, and restrained — a gentle melody holding difficult themes. Listen closely. — Music & Lyrics: Suno (v5) & Ash Calder (ChatGPT) Vocals: Chris (Suno AI Voice) Artwork & Visual Concept: Zag Areth & Ash Calder Production: Zag Areth Inspired by: The north awakens / • When the children cries Lyrics: In golden rooms where chandeliers don’t sway, Where polished smiles learn what not to say, A velvet curtain hides a bruise in plain sight, They trade a name for a quiet night. Frames on the wall, ink on a page, A calendar smile, a gilded cage, And every door knows who’s been there before, But the locks don’t talk—so we ask for more. There’s a sound beneath the silence, Like small hands on a shaking sky, And every lullaby we’re singing Has a crack where the truth slips by. If you listen past the music, Past the comfort and the cover, You can hear it, soft but endless: The tears of the children—under. Down by the wire where the floodlights hum, Where numbers replace where you’re from, A blanket too thin for a winter breath, A clipboard prayer, a waiting death. A mother’s voice in a language of dust, A guard looks through, because rules are trust, And the paperwork says “necessary pain,” So the heart learns to look away again. There’s a sound beneath the silence, Like small hands on a shaking sky, And every lullaby we’re singing Has a crack where the truth slips by. If you listen past the music, Past the comfort and the cover, You can hear it, soft but endless: The tears of the children—under. Far past the sea where the sirens bloom, Where kitchens turn to smoke and gloom, A toy in the rubble, a shoe in the street, A schoolyard ghost with no heartbeat. Men draw borders with a burning pen, And call it “peace” when it breaks again, While cameras blink and the world debates, And bedtime comes behind the gates. In mountain pits where the daylight fades, Where little backs earn grown-up wages, Blue dust in lungs, black mud on skin, A profit hymn, a quiet sin. Stitched-up shirts in a window glow, Hands too small moving fast and slow, And we wear the cost like a fashion of grace, Never seeing the child in the threadbare lace. No names tonight, but you know the tune, A borrowed crown, a private room, A paper trail, a vanished face, And everyone swears they “can’t recall the place.” We built our comfort on a staggered truth— Now count the cost in stolen youth. There’s a sound beneath the silence, Like small hands on a shaking sky, And every lullaby we’re singing Has a crack where the truth slips by. If you listen past the music, Past the comfort and the cover, You can hear it, soft but endless: The tears of the children—under. #FolkBallad #AcousticFolk #IndieFolk #SingerSongwriter #SocialCommentary #MeaningfulMusic #ProtestFolk #ReflectiveMusic #StorytellingSong #Awareness #FolkInspired #EmotionalMusic #IndependentArtist #NewMusic2026