Your cords are weak, but your will is strong
And here is the world lounder than you
Learn to yell, but don’t use it
Because if you can, they can’t be louder than you
Loud is big and you’re bigger than them
Big is unmovable, and look how you’ve grown
The fittest know how to adapt
Because no two dreams take the same path
So just make the noise small
If you want to survive or be happy at all
My words are a joke. Poetry > me.