soundless plee

Soundless Plea

We use the music to hide from the world

To escape from the evils and depression all around

The silence we find is a peace well known

The music that quiets the horde of sounds

We watch our parents as they try figuring us out

They just don’t understand the tears in our eyes

They think we’re like them and that our worlds are the same

Though their ears are deaf to our soundless cries

The End

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