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.