You’re no less of a fan because you hold back your anger

No less of a man because you tie up your tears and hang 'em

In a world full of noise it’s a blessing to keep quiet

Not needing to answer to the who the what the why

It’s a tense situation when the peace is being shouted

The protests for a better world are always getting doubted

Can we use our fists to build a house from the rubble

To raise the roof on a foundation that has already crumbled

Know the power of a voice and appreciate the silence

Because a world that is quiet is a world that isn’t crying

Say a prayer not that better is yet to come for us

But that the better in us will be uncovered from the rust

I believe we all start out living our lives for the positive 

Some just get hit by the negative, are subtracted and divided

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