The quiet ones
We know all
There is much
That you think
We do not know or
Maybe you do know

For there is no law
That says you must not listen
For there is no law
That says it’s not right

The pain in which
You inflict on us
Stays forever

Those deadly daggers
You cut us with
Leave scars
Scars that never
Truly heal

For lashing out
On the quiet ones

Not wise
They know more
Than you

Death is costly
For no life
Is worth more
Than another

There rope
At the ready
Gun
Locked an loaded

That deadly
Silver blade
Shining so bright
Went to deep to night

For no law could have
Saved the quiet one
Nothing could have
Torture a quiet soul

Forever lost
In the swirling wind
Listening
To death bellow