We don’t talk about the distance We don’t talk about the hunger Perhaps since we don’t talk They cannot tell we’re going under Perhaps that we’ve been fearful of not doing what we’re told Oh it’s easy being silent, but it ain’t easy being alone In a land where I'm a stranger Is a land where I am numb I cross the street shadows to hope the whole world won’t find out My rights are still translucent As a sharp wind in the cold Oh it’s easy being quiet, but it ain’t easy being alone I learned that poverty is normal I learned the language hurts my tongue I learned the jobs are scarce like cutlery And sharp as hunger to my stomach My bravery still nameless, in expressionless expression Oh it’s being quiet But it don’t leave much room for questions When can we live to love forgiveness? When can my brothers know their names? Will we ever find the balance Of sharing land in the same place? I feel the new world slowly blooming As the old one starts to mold Oh it’s easy being quiet, it ain’t easy being alone So grab your friends and brothers Tell them you are done The war’s gone long without us Using the ammo of our tongues I see justice in each pea pod And every hand that’s gone to feed it Because I'm tired of being quiet Yes I am tired of being silent Because my soul is yet defeated