the prosecution rests...

lyric of a song i wrote, i like it just as text too.

There is a voice out there,
muted but hopeful and brave.
It wants to ride on the word,
desperate to finally be heared.
It wants to live on our tongues and be born in our lungs.
Yes, give purpose a place in our minds.
Yet silence roams in all of us, the stoics of our age.

Wordless mouths contain no hope,
as what it is ignored does not cease to exist.

The few who choose to hear are outnumbered
and spreading fatigue.
A violent future is arising in the wake of a day
in which all that is left is the salt of our tears.
An impending doom keeps pervading its gloom,
as it's strengthend by our apathy.
Yet fools no longer hear the wise,
bringing the weak to their knees.

Ignorance should be condemned,
for sparing the wicked injures the good.
Silence is the dark of man,
and therefore we should be trialed.

We wash our hands in innocence, yet we stink of guilt.

Author's Note

i guess i just want to know if it is decent english