Echoes of Silence

In the quiet depths where shadows play,

Silence drapes its somber gray,

A cloak of void, a ghostly shroud,

It mutes the voice, it dulls the crowd.

In whispering woods where echoes fade,

Silence sways like a spectral blade,

It cuts the heart with cold, stark might,

And veils the truth in endless night.

Where words should rise, a song should soar,

Silence stands, a locked-up door,

A chasm deep, where dreams are lost,

Its silence deafening, tempest-tossed.

In realms where voices should unite,

Silence reigns, eclipsing light,

It births the fear, it sows the pain,

A barren field in the silence's gain.

The screams unheard, the cries unsaid,

In silence, hope lies cold and dead,

For in its depths, the soul's despair,

Is whispered soft, but no one's there.

So let us break this silent chain,

And sing through sorrow, shout through pain,

For in our voices, truth will find,

A light to pierce the silence blind.

Speak out for those who’ve lost their way,

Let love and truth see light of day,

For silence, in its cruel disguise,

Will shatter when our voices rise.