Quiet And Still Poem by Ordinary May

My dear friend, come on
come on near, my hand to hold.
They are just poisoning my brain
with these hands up in the air
the frustration and despair
coming from the crowd's welfare.
I stay quiet and still to fight
so my friend please hold me tight.

My close friend just be around
for I discerned you from the crowd.
Ugly voices produce just noise
but your own calming voice
and your own touch of warm
pull my soul to rejoice.
So my friend I bow to your skill
for remaining quiet and still.

Dear friend just come to see
come and see I make a plea.
They left me here to dry
punishment for not comply
with the guilty of their words
when they throw them from the sky.
So my friend stay quiet and still
just on you I can rely.