The child who cannot concentrate at school
because he's forced to choose between a meal
-
a pair of shoes and a walk to school,
The drop-outs on the corner,
those depicted as fools
You see that's Quiet Agony.
No love, no care, no more hold me, I'll take you
there
It's you for you and me for me, the Politician's
policy,
the thousands that are homeless, the thousand
unemployed.
the hungry and the lonely who do not have a voice.
The cry of the young, the pain of the aged
the sorrow of the parents, the mother's heartache
the suffering of babies who do not have a choice
and don't forget the hopeless still wanting to
be free
Oh yes my friends we've all experienced Quiet
Agony.
Across the room it fills the air,
it's also present on the chairs,
in the halls, the school yards, the malls,
It walks an talks, it's everywhere.
That child, the one you often see, is really
Quiet Agony.
All those who cannot sleep at nights
life's a struggle, a constant fight,
they see the pain their parents feel
yet Mom convinces them it's alright.
She lives a lie, teaches a lie,
as the tears so often fill her eyes
she soothes her baby as she succumbs
to Quiet Agony.
There's rent to be paid, no food for days,
Lord is there no better way?
Others make the assumption, I'm uneducated or
lazy
They don't know me, I work real hard,
So stand corrected
Can't you see we are all Quiet Agony
Yes, you and me,
We are Quiet Agony.