The lips opening for the entrance, making a way
But it suddenly feels like, nothing won't come out!
Is it the birds of words carrying the verbal term flew away?
Yes! They can breathe they can murmur, but the context is incomprehensible
How they wish they could pronounce the word voice, making it possible.


It's like their voices turns out to be a phantom,
It conceals everything, hastening them like a venom
Their hands were the tool, a weapon to speak out,
Yet somebody thinks it's a joke...