SILENCE SPEAKS

The chair stands still, but it speaks It’s waiting to be sat on The lock is rusty and left hanging It’s waiting to be opened Secrets untold but there’s more Because it’s better off unknown It’s already been said, over a million times Every word and every moment repeated over again It wasn’t the first time a chair stood still Or the first time a lock was left hanging There’s nothing I want to say To someone who never asks if I do To someone who can never understand my point of view Why speak when there’s no one to listen Why stay when there’s nothing to say ‘’Why are you so quiet?’’ they ask