No peace is her, for the revenge of war lets no...

The pages turning
while eager ears listening...

My sufferings are played silently,
like a lone violin in an orchestra...

In the class everybody sat silent
While the teacher looked around...

You don't look at me anymore,why?
You don't say hi to me anymore,why...

Look at them
staring at the sun...

When you cross the room
I hold my breath...

Sitting in your comfy chair,
Warm and cozy, not a care...

Hidden in a hollow space,
Mourning for a long lost face...

Can it be that every time,
you look at her...

That which repeats,
goes around in a circle...

The hue of your face,
the reminder of your race...