Being the Voice

Their silence always held weight.

Their eyes have seen beyond their years.

Evil and sadness untold

Take them from an infant to an adult.

Bruised by the words never meant for innocent souls

 

Their silence always held strength.

Forced into the world yet treated like fools,

Invisible to the people but subject to their rules

With hearts made of diamonds yet treated as coals

Their silence is rarely noticed.

 

I wish to speak for those who must hold their tongues,

Those who are seared by hate yet only hold love.

Those who are afraid and those who can’t run.

I wish to make these people strong

 

Stand for the silence

Speak for the sad and lost

Help those on their knees

And take some of their burdens off.

 

I want to help them learn to live,

My dream job is to speak for the kids.

  

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