The voice was not raised
subdued words remained unsaid
anger is dying within
inscrutable is the feeling.
Yet their is a hope, things will be fine
but deep inside, blood have turned bitter than wine.
Hope never dies but yes the will do
truth never goes away but the time do
the tides never fades but the colors do
The sun that bring light
too much bring burns
the love that bring peace
too much bring pain
The voice was not raised
subdued words remained unsaid
anger is dying within
inscrutable is the feeling.
