VOICELESS

VOICELESS

If my tears could tell my tale

I would shed a river

If screams could ease the pain

I would boom like a thunder

If only I would be unmask

I would tell of this mischiefs

Mouth clamped behind this mask 

His evil deeds can't be proclaimed

For I am sealed not to tell a word

If I could only have a voice again

I would tell of his mischiefs

When the tears stream into,

a puddle in the hollow of my neck;

My strain veins cause him no remorse,

and my dying courage muddle in hush.

With no one tough enough to resist him.

All the unknown of his mischiefs

shall hide away in my voiceless cry