SILENT VOICE

The servant’s day is blue and white

Still he serves his master right

But there’s more to him than meets the eye

Even as he plead his weak cry

He hides it well, he can’t be weak

Just like that no one dares to ask

But I can tell it is freedom you seek

His own reflection disappoints his eye

His worthlessness reflects away

He has been here before by the way

So why is the ugliness still an awe?

The key is not to mind, he tells himself

But he forgets his chants upon the master’s arrival

Free me master so I can explore the world,

Is there a world really for him to explore?

Two steps further three steps behind

The master can still forgive you if you repent

You are either the master or you are him

You are either the master or you are no one

The servant stays strong,

Who is he to point the master’s wrongs?

There is much to be said, much truth to be hidden,

So many lives to kill so many lives to save,

He hides it all, holds himself still,

His friend can control him against his will

He buries it all into a bottomless pit

Hoping one day it all shall come to light

But the master knows of the unspoken

He places a friendly pat on the shoulder that has been weakened

Still he looks down and laughs his laugh

Just like he always had

Because the servant will always be a zero

My friend, cry a little louder

Plead a little stronger

Your battle is a little tougher.

A rebel you shall become

A master of your own kingdom

So before you are fully eaten

Cry a little louder

So the ears of the deaf can hear of your anger.