Quiet

There's a little voice

It's whispers tell you're not enough

And the more you consider the different

The whisper grows into a scream

With fists clinched you may back down

The voice may subside

But it won't go away

There's a thing about the voice

The whispers in the dark

Those tiny ghosts trap you

They steal your direction

But if catch them and push them

Let them grow into a roar

The scream tells you exactly

Where your next step will bring the quiet