It was a promise of a transition. The lyrics suggested that though the night was full of crying, The ghosts wouldn't live forever; one of these days, he would have to "let 'em die."
"Hush, little child," the voice seemed to sing to the grieving man within him. "Dry your eyes." Seibold - Hush (feat. Garrison Starr) (Audio)
He could hear a voice, soft and steady like haunting vocal, echoing through the empty hallway. It didn't offer grand solutions, only a simple, repetitive command: "Hush." It was a promise of a transition
Elias lived in a house where the silence was heavy, but never truly quiet. At night, the floorboards didn’t just creak; they whispered names he hadn’t heard spoken aloud in years. He felt as though he were living at the where the darkness was so thick he could no longer tell the difference between the night outside and the "hell" of his own memories. It didn't offer grand solutions, only a simple,