While my mind is clouded with unanswered questions,
My heart pricks itself with those broken glasses not knowing the intentions.
Everything seems empty within
The suffering is winning
Writing keeps me alive
The pen gives me lives
No hand to hold and scream "Elimi birakma"
The world seems to conspire against me;
The sun deprives me of its warmth; The rain refuses to wash my pain; The moon refrains from keeping my secrets
No star shines in my defense
All I have is darkness and a blurred future,
Not knowing which path to take.
Left on my own with no ray of light
All I have is hope
All I have is a belief
All I need to know is to find those answers.