Silence was a priceless gift,

A mask, a tool, a bloody fist,

One that punches again and again,

As you just stare and stare, I knew it then,

That silence was a priceless gift.

One you unknowingly gave me,

Your lips sealed, blocking a vast sea

Of words you want to say, but don’t,

A secret you swore you’d never tell, and won’t,

One you unknowingly gave me.

Safety from the violent storm,

Saying nothing, the words are torn,

From your tongue, to the sky,

Was left wondering, I finally see why,

You stay quiet, protected in your mind,

For there is where the words are, you will find,

Safety from the violent storm.

Broken hearts and shadowed eyes,

Crafted shields and practiced lies,

If you don’t talk, then they can’t harm,

Keep your mouth shut, avoid the alarm,

Saying the wrong thing gets you burned,

Ignoring is best, as we have learned,

Escape broken hearts and shadowed eyes.

Silence was a priceless gift,

Wrapped carefully, though swift,

Not expected to speak, soundless bliss,

Breeze through strife, who could have predicted this?

Common phrases tied together,

Voice soft, as light as a feather,

Words dissolving, as I realised,

That silence was a priceless gift.