Can I make a sound?

Each throat has a voice Just it's their own self that doesn't use it

Can I make a sound
In this world be found
Where everyone just knows how to shout
Can my whispers shake them to stout

Can silence be the loudest cry
In a world that's lost its gentle sigh
Can my quiet steps be heard above
In a crowd that's screaming for love

Can shadows dance upon the wall
When darkness falls and lights lose their call
Can my heartbeat be the steady beat
In a world where chaos takes the street

Can my voice rise above the din
A gentle breeze that soothes within
Can my words be the guiding light
In the darkest night, a beacon bright"

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[Broken.buddy]

I felt like I was being gently nudged towards a profound realization: that sometimes, the most powerful sound is not the one that's loud, but the one that's quiet.

The way you ask poignant questions about the role of silence in a world that's become increasingly loud and chaotic. The line "Where everyone just knows how to shout / Can my whispers shake them to stout" struck a chord – it's as if you're acknowledging the futility of trying to compete with the noise, and instead opting for a more subtle approach.

I love how you explore the idea that silence can be the loudest cry, and that quiet steps can be heard above the din. It's a beautiful reminder that sometimes, the most powerful message is the one that's whispered, not shouted.

[S€H@J]

Thankyou sir,
I sincerely appreciate your review