The World tiptoes by
Leaving screaming and shouting behind
Songs being sung, screamed from the sky
A beat silent but not unheard
The sound of crying
Or is it laughter
Babies crying
Old men dying
And a whole lot in-between
Dogs are howling
Cats are screeching
Butterflies flying
Ants walking
And the wind rustling the trees
Tears growing sunflowers
Ocean’s roaring
Sea’s simmering
Children Learning
Adults Forgetting
Silence a price
Deafness a curse
In a world of noise
The screaming never stops
But it would hurt to be silent
As the world tiptoes by
Does it look back
Or continue with it’s silent
beat
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 6:25 AM UTC
The World tiptoes by
Leaving screaming and shouting behind
Songs being sung, screamed from the sky
A beat silent but not unheard
The sound of crying
Or is it laughter
Babies crying
Old men dying
And a whole lot in-between
Dogs are howling
Cats are screeching
Butterflies flying
Ants walking
And the wind rustling the trees
Tears growing sunflowers
Ocean’s roaring
Sea’s simmering
Children Learning
Adults Forgetting
Silence a price
Deafness a curse
In a world of noise
The screaming never stops
But it would hurt to be silent
As the world tiptoes by
Does it look back
Or continue with it’s silent
beat