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If it's better to be Silent, Silent I will be.
If keeping to myself is safer
then being Silent must be the key.
The tide is high and violent, it's waves, like roaring lions,
The hedgehog, calm and so profound,
his spikes are my defiance.
The raging fire in my eyes shows itself not to the world
and all who stand around me
may never know it's worth.
I walk 'round with a smile as the walls keep caving in
so that those who don't deserve it
aren't conscripted to the war within.
It seems as though the seconds are gradually decreasing,
soon that weapon will do its work:
wipe out each and every being.
Those who cared and those who dared
to shake my rumbling core
and even those who didn't do
a single thing at all.
But as of now, Silent I'll remain.
Silent I will be, I'll hide the pain.
Perhaps someday it'll all disappear;
I'll disappear, we'll all disappear.
Perhaps someday the tide will be tamed
and the lion will groom his mighty mane:
the mane which hides his vulnerability,
his cub-like soul, his innate instability.
I'll suffer silently, day after day,
and if they ask, "nothing", I'll say.
'Cause it's better to be Silent,
and so Silent I will be.
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P.S.
Poetry"Not all Art has to be art. Some Art is simply the Art of writing." ~ T. Durand
