My words will echo there, where
Walls of untold pain
Layers of unhealed wounds
Fear and anger filled eyes
Razor sharp mind that senses infidel

My words will echo there
Where pure love was taken for granted
Where the heart holds anger and frustration
The breaths are deeper and filled with rage
And one that question his existence
And the mouth would be shut when eyes can see the infidel

My voice will echo there, where
Much action took place behind the curtain in secrecy...