------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 🎶 Es gibt da eine deutsche Community für Suno-Artisten... 🎶 🎶 Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 🎶 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- @Seelentanz / Meytsch 2026 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And there is a time for silence. There is a time for mourning... but eventually, the time comes when Geseke realizes that only being loud can help her! Playlist - https://suno.com/playlist/86144b6f-94b5-48cc-9f6d-7b522e669235 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Verse 1] I kept my voice down. I cried instead. I shouted at stone till my throat went dead. I behaved because I thought that was wise, that patience might make them look twice. I thought if I let every question run, let them search, let them judge, let them finish what they'd begun, somebody eventually had to see there was nothing guilty in me. Instead I grew quieter day by day, until even my own voice slipped away. I still remembered who I had been. They just stopped asking what that meant. [Pre-Chorus] I never forgot my name. Out there in the corridors, they simply stopped using it. [Verse 2] Then noise came up from another cell, boots on stone and somebody raising hell. They went down there to silence him, more iron, more voices, the corridor dim. But he didn't stop when they told him to. Didn't make himself smaller to see it through. And somewhere between the shouting and doors, I understood what silence had cost. [Chorus] After the silence, after the grief, there doesn't have to be another surrender underneath. After the waiting, after giving ground, there comes a point when it's time to be loud. Now it's time to be loud. Now it's time to be loud. [Verse 3] I wondered who he was down there, what kind of face went with that voice in the air. So I made one up inside my head, piece by piece from the things he'd said. Maybe I'm wrong. I probably am. But for once the thought is mine to have. Then somebody finally spoke his name. And I shouted it back through the stone again. [Build] And he answered. Not close. Not clear. But enough. [Verse 4] Now they're coming back to my door because I'm cursing louder than before. I don't know if they still think I'm dangerous. There isn't much left here to frighten them with. I'm thinner now. I'm tired all through. A poor copy of the girl they once knew. But they cannot leave me unnoticed again. Ignore me once, I'll start all over then. [Chorus] I heard the noise from another cell, boots on stone and somebody raising hell. They went down there to silence him. But he didn't stop. And he taught me this: After the silence, after the grief, there doesn't have to be another surrender underneath. After the waiting, after giving ground, there comes a point when it's time to be loud. [Bridge] Being good didn't open the door. Being quiet didn't help anymore. I gave them patience. I gave them time. They took both and left me mine: my name, my anger, and whatever voice is left. That will have to be enough. [Final Chorus] I heard the noise from another cell, heard them hurry down to make him still. But he would not give them what they came for. Silence. And neither will I. After the silence, after the grief, what comes next is not giving in. Not giving in. Not giving in. I still know my name. And if they don't remember it, I'll make them. [Outro] Now it's time to be loud. Now it's time... to be loud.
