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Scilence is a virtue


As she lies there staring up, he can see the fear she has in her eyes. the children know from down the hall, and the anger he wears in no disguise. Even the pain inside is enough to hurt you. When she screams he says silence is a virtue. The two eldest children run down the hall, She cried and they knew not all all. When he strikes she only seems to fall, and there's no one anyone can call. Everyone arround knows it's true, but they've all heard him say silence is a virtue. Everyday all the time this happens all around the world, because no one wants to spread the word. As the world spins and gets twirled, if we came together perhaps our voice could be heard. And the place we call home is cold and blue, all because one persone said silence is a virtue.
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