I heard stories about beautiful girls,
Who made their presence known.
They're loud and proud, they speak their minds.
But what about others, the quiet and shy?
Their mute is mistaken for rudeness and hatred.
They evade curious eyes.
They're seen but not heard, they speak not a word.
All their thoughts are hidden inside.
They're crying out, you know.
Not with speech, but pleading silence.
If only you'd just stop for a second,
You may be able to find it.
