She sits on her own,
pondering about life.
People watch her own her own;
not concerning themselves about her life.

But when she cries,
people start to care.
Funny how people start to care,
when you start to crumble.

Silence is the absence of noise,
but what happens when silence fades?
Silence is strength in chaos,
but what happens when chaos fades?

What happens to silence?
Silence becomes a weakness;
a weakness that no one wants, A weakness that everyone has.

And so we become like clanging cymbals;
clanging cymbals that make mindless chatter;
mindless chatter to fill the silence;
the silence that no one can escape.