The postcard shows the palm trees and the blue

But there’s a heavy shadow hiding in the view

The weight of "how things are" is a heavy chain

Walking through the sunshine, soaking in the rain

A million stories locked behind a painted smile

Waiting for a witness to walk a lonely mile

The pressure’s rising, the mercury is thin

The walls are closing on the truth within

They call it order, they call it the norm

But I can see the clouds, I can feel the storm

To the ones who are screaming silently

In the heart of the crowd, in the middle of the sea

From the valley depths to the city street

I hear the rhythm of a heart that won’t retreat

The world says hush, but I say speak

For the justice you seek and the dawn you’ll break

I’m listening now, let the silence wake

In the islands, even paradise has a wall

Where the voices of the people start to rise and fall

When the "right" feels wrong and the "wrong" is law

I see the cracks in everything they saw

You’re not a ghost, and you’re not alone

Your truth is a seed that’s finally grown

Tell me about the fire, tell me about the cold

Tell the stories that they said shouldn’t be told

About who you are and where you’ve been

Let the outside match what’s deep within

I got you now, I’m standing here

Let the sound of your soul be loud and clear

To the ones who are screaming silently

In the heart of the crowd, in the middle of the sea

From the valley depths to the city street

I hear the rhythm of a heart that won’t retreat

The world says hush, but I say speak

For the justice you seek and the dawn you’ll break

I’m listening now, let the silence wake

I hear you.

I feel you.

Speak your mind.

Speak your heart.

I got you.

(Screaming silently no more...)