one day he will open his eyes to see the sun
awake to the world and see the man he's become
will the world hear him out when his cries lie inside
how can a man use not a sound although inside he has died
his voice is just a sound not what makes him herd
the silent man screams his story but uses not a word
he seeks comfort with the silent moments where words mean not a thing
attempting to hide away his sound but this speechless man can sing
his eyes to hum a song so broken,sad but true
a broken heart tells his story that no one ever knew
life beyond his voiceless passion lies a story never again to be said
unless we shut our lips and realise these our words are dead