In the silence of the voice, the eyes watch life itself,
And the ears hear every word, no matter what happens,
I am silent, so I see it all, hear it all, slowly I learn,
Slowly I watch it all, Life buzzes by with not a care,
While I watch it all, my silence annoys all it seems,
Some ignore me, some try to make me talk, but does it work?
No, not at all, it seems I am still silent, not a thing changed,
I still sit wondering over things in my mind, not a word at all,
Escapes my mouth, all the words I own, I keep sacred,
Why lose words you have when it is no use saying them?
I just keep my mouth shut to stop heartache and hurt,
I’ve seen sorrow and I’ve seen anger all over words,
Words that never needed to be said, at all, to the person,
I’ve tried to be nice to my fellow person on this earth,
But my silence is a way to avoid being noticed,
It seems to work most times, but I seem very noticeable sometimes,
Why am I like I am? could someone tell me at all?
Or am I left in the dark forever and ever till all ends?
My silence is a refuge for me, for now and all time I hope,
‘Smile my friend’ someone once said to me, I said nothing,
For my fear was not seen by that person, because they said that,
A dark angel must be my soul, must be my being, must be me,
Close your eyes and imagine what it is like to live in silence,
Just for a short time, then you may see the life many may live,
Some forget what their own voice sounds like, some never know,
Laugh now, but don’t laugh forever, it will catch you up soon enough,
The silent warrior wins in an ambush, because they don’t make a sound,
I make no sound of voice, at the moment I am just lost, I think,
I will be found in the end, but when, no one can tell, not even me,
It seems I decide my own fate, but what can I decide, is there anything?
In the darkness people live, as well as in the light, but do they know where?
Or what they are? Or even who they might be? Do they bother looking?
Angels smile upon some, but not all, never is it all, few are that special,
Do angels feel pain? Or are they painless? Or do they feel our pain all the time?
It doesn’t matter; it seems humans do not care for the pain they deal out,
A life is nothing to a human; they show that very well to those who watch,
Can I escape the pain of life with no death? Can peace rain down on all?
I don’t think so, not peace, there is too much hate for that and too much fear,
We all live on, those who watch and those who don’t, we see and they don’t,
Those who watch see it all, those who don’t, don’t see anything at all of what is going on,
Those who watch have tears in their eyes, a lot more than those who do not,
We smile, we cry, but never do we speak, our only refuge we won’t lose, not ever,
If it was possible, we would be happy all the time, but it is not at all, not for us,
We are the silent ones that don’t talk often, we see no need to, silence is our refuge.
