The beauty of silence Can be a curse Not speaking up Is sometimes worse After years, Silent is all you can be A viscous cycle Will never let you be free Why can�t others see How hard it is to speak Their eyes say they don�t understand All they do is critique Screaming on the inside But can�t say a word Voice is gone No way to be heard Sometimes silence Is what you need Other times Silence can mislead Beauty is a curse For all to see Unfortunately, silence Is all I�ll be |
| Beauty of Silence |