The world would speak for it self if it could.
circumstances has held her at hand, she feel so suffocated
She has lost her flow, glow, glamour and enthusiasm
She is filled with burden, mournings, plague and deceit
If only she could speak
she will say out loud,
what is it we need to tear apart souls,
what is it we need, that is worth keeping grudges,
have we lost the meaning of "let bygones be bygones"
what is it we need, that is worth us oppressing ourselves
The world is short termed
let us have mercy on earth,and be worth staying in it.