Every single one of us
Has something longing tries.
That speaks from unseen places,
Within each heart, decries.

No grand proclamations,
No great discourse or mystic word,
But simply a desire
To be understood and heard.

With each attempt to make a sound,
A dozen overcome.
Our melodies defeated,
Our vocal chords become undone.

Too oft these sounds are violent,
Compelling gentleness to choke and die.
For each of us that has no voice,
Therein shadows lie.