Art of Silence
There is an art to silence
The only thing louder than violence
Sitting beneath the trees
Looking out at the lazy seas
Was any of it worth it
When it left you in a burning fit
Your body is broken and bruised
Words are spoken but you're too abused
So you sit there and close your eyes
Hoping for sanctity from all of the lies
And when you open them you'll see the cage
And you'll feel a seething rage
But there's no escaping your thoughts
So very hard you fought
Perhaps it was all a waste
When all you wanted was a taste
Of the freedom you've heard so much about
That so many tout
But there is an art to silence
The only thing louder than violence
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