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I turn the kettle down to low
I close the drawer where the silver goes
I used to let the anger show
Now I let the quiet grow
I used to boil when things went wrong
My temper ran the whole day long
I'd take a tiny spark and blow
Until the quiet had to go
Now I notice when the heat goes high
I turn the dial and let it sigh
I keep my voice a quieter thing
And make no space for the sting
I turn the kettle down to low
I close the drawer where the silver goes
The heat inside me starts to slow
The less I speak the more I know
I turn the kettle down to low
I close the drawer where the silver goes
I used to let the anger show
Now I let the quiet grow
Now I notice when the heat goes high
I turn the dial and let it sigh
I keep my voice a quieter thing
And make no space for the sting
I turn the kettle down to low
I close the drawer where the silver goes
The heat inside me starts to slow
The less I speak the more I know
I turn the kettle down to low
I close the drawer where the silver goes
I used to let the anger show
Now I let the quiet grow