• saint_ 5w

    O' the breathing, whispering winds
    Your silence is required tonight
    Approach the streets and hold your breath
    Another naive part has gone dead in her
    Who's keeping a count of the graves in the graveyard of dead dreams
    Who's keeping a count anyway? Who cares?
    She spoke to winds like she they were voice of God,
    Winds stay quiet tonight
    For god cannot answer her questions, God cannot reason for this injustice
    This must be a different world than god had built,
    We must have destroyed his and created our own
    Where so much is said and nothing felt
    Where truth is sold cheap for ease and comfort
    Tonight, let her silence scream
    and all of us, here and above be all ears.

    ┬ęsaint_