When all is said done, Where are we? When it's you or a friend whose been harmed. Where are we? We hear silent screams, Just to drowned it out with the news. "A new person on the dirt." We keep hiding in our homes. I told my mom, "I'm a little scared, What will happen when it's me on that stage? The one with the chains on my ankles?" My mother answered with: "Then I guess nobody can hear silent screams." Tears stream down her face, The droplets hit the ground, Watering the soil as flowers bloom. "I heard the cry of a mother once." My grandfather had said. "It was so sad and sorrowful. It broke our hearts." I knew a man, He new someone. He said a long time ago the same things happened. White men fled to another country. I sit on the ledge, Fell off the edge. On the brink, I want some relief. But so does everyone, We have someone who salutes to a evil dictator. We have a man who forces us to be silent. "You're too young, you don't know right from wrong!" Well clearly you don't either, Because you drag children into a war, That could have been prevented. I'm sorry for your loss. Or losses, Fighting in a country that doesn't love you. It just stares and laughs, lights shone bright to cloud your eyes. You can't know what's right. What happens when it's a young one? Out there one the streets. What happens when he's on that stage. Chains on his ankles and wrists. "What's your name?" "Jesus." "Wrong!" I hear his silent screams.
