A whisper drowns beneath the tide,
A truth too sharp, a world too wide.
They turn away, they shut their ears,
Afraid to face their deepest fears.
The echoes call, yet none will stand,
They bury heads beneath the sand.
A life of comfort, false and bright,
Blinded souls deny the light.
Yet silence carries weight untold,
A burden vast, a truth grown cold.
For those who see, for those who know,
The cost of speaking dares to grow.
They mock the voice that speaks too loud,
They fear the truth that breaks the shroud.
For in its glare, their world decays,
And safe illusions burn away.
Still, voices rise, unbowed, unchained,
Through fire, through scorn, through endless rain.
For silence is the heaviest chain,
And truth, though lost, will rise again.
A flicker sparks in darkest night,
A single flame defying fright.
Though winds may howl and shadows creep,
The fire of truth will never sleep.
For every voice once cast aside,
A thousand more will turn the tide.
Though silence weighs upon the land,
Truth still survives in hearts that stand.
So let them fear, let them deny,
The words they shun will never die.
For even when all lights seem gone,
Truth’s whispered flame still carries on.
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Beautiful, John. Truth will remain.
Thank you very much, Sheila! It definitely will. 😎
Nice words.
Thank you very much! I greatly appreciate it. I hope you have a great night! 😎