Sonnet 3

So many words float round and round the Earth

Yet very few in their lifetime will claim

All of the ones they use till death since birth

So many precious thoughts without a name.

Silent protests no one will ever hear

Pain gives many a cause but ne'er a voice

Speaking up has become a common fear

And so we live with all our silent noise.

The few who talk too loud are those with pow'r

Prefer, I would to hear those that are shy

Because I know they've taken countless hours

To carefully compose their quiet cry.

      I wish that all could learn to speak again

      That from the end of silence we'd begin.