Doesn't it hurt biting your tongue and squeezing your mouth shut? And you keep trying to change-- to be softer, less loud, less of what the world made you to be. So, don't keep trying to stay silent; the wind never does; her songs echo in the branches overhead. The river laps and splashes against the bank. Someone always hears it; someone always listens. If birds call out to each other, and they always answer, surely if you speak someone will understand.