If I had to be quiet, silence would not be the same,
There would be no questions asked; No thoughts about your name,
There would be no wonders in laughter; we would be all alone...
There would be no stories of young days - Of how we all have grown,
We would hold our hands and there would be no words said -
I would be lively in sight; In your mind I would be dead,
What would become of my whispers that echo in your mind,
The crazy shouting days; A dream that's left behind -
We don't want to lose on life so don't ask me to be quiet...
Don't hold my thoughts in chains - give them the wings of flight!!