Look at my childish face
Do you see my tearless eyes?
It’s not because I’m heartless
But my tears have dried
Do you see all these scars?
A pure beauty is buried inside.
Hear the words coming through my lips
Do you hear my throaty voice
It’s not because I’m tired and sick
But I was hopelessly screaming
I lost my house, my toys.
Think, have you realized that you are lame?
Your silence against the violence
Your breathing is a crying shame.