Why can't I talk?

Why don't I speak?

Is it for the sake of others that my tongue is in cheek?

There will always be some things I won't say,

There will always problems I can't shout away,

I wish I could banish my links with this fist,

Undo the chain that bounds my lips,

I could then help others with their silence too.

Ending all sorts of hatred with a broken link, or two.

I'm not the only one with chains I can't see, 

forged of honor, manners, tradition, ambition, or greed.

If I can break a few links nothing could stop them,

If the quite ones cry to be heard, it would rock them.

If someone could help me, I'm someone! thats right!

I can break my own chain and be off this night!

Its not sound the world needs, thats no good, too demanding,

The world may not need love, but peaceful understanding.

Odd things have been done for love I hear, just ask anyone even old Bill Shakespeare,

"what would someone do for love?" "live, die, and all between"  

To even get someone who was mean, and understand why they're so aggrieved.

Understanding should be a key to peace! So silence must be broken that much at least.

Out of my own cage I must break free, to leave off despair and sorrow unseemingly

I guess I'll wander this world still more,

and have others speak until, warring silence is no more.