SILENCE SPEAKS VOLUME

Born in the era of humility, the generation that we are a part of is lost.
The trouble that we are seeking has a cost
And a big one that we’ll have a debt to pay.
Because there is nothing that we need to say
Because the silence speaks volume.
It is the generation of money and flaunt.
It is the time where introverts hibernate while the others step on.
It is not wrong to fly, but what about the broken wings?
When you tend to go high, your body won’t swing,
It will start to fall and no angel will come by
Crash and burn to the ground as you see the dead come alive.
The other people stay still and silent and step in a corner.
Living in their own country but treated as a foreigner.
But their eyes have said enough
Because the silence speaks volume.
You might consider them to be anti-social.
But who wants to step in the dirt knowing this is the worst that could happen to them
It is funny how I am a part of the “extrovert” side but look where it has gotten me?
I am scrapped and dipped in mud,
My life is as broken as it never was.
Being anti-social may have made them feel lonely,
But were they actually lonely?
They had something that will never hurt them,
The music, the sound, the books, the words.
I guess it is that way because it is not worth being “Social”
As we lose a part of ourselves every single day
And we are thrown to the ground, left to decay.
Never should have happened as we lost ourselves somewhere in the middle
And the silence speaks volumes.