Silence

I am a poet, A story in the night, I fight for what is worthy, The voice that passes by, I act as my own shadow, I pretend to be the light, I see no difference in time, For change is but a myth, A used and washed up lie, Many times I try to fly away, And drift off into the fire, If I die and burn away, Will I be forgotten? If I don't die an honorable death, Will I die at all? But if I stay I suffer, If I stay I cannot speak, Time will pass me by, But if we do not break the silence nothing will ever change.