Quiet Loud

even the butterflies wing could make a hurricane,
even the slightest shift, will change the vectors shape
a little faith, could bring the mountain down
even the smallest voice can silence a crowd
quiet, quiet could be so loud

I hear the chorus of a million dreams
who die on paradise's streets
Here is a war within, without
I believe in their doubt
Quiet could be so loud

So do I act or do I pray
Push on the wall or walk away
Point a finger or turn the question round
Remain silent or shout
In a spiral effect the building will come down
If not this way then how
Quiet, quiet could be so loud