Lend me a soul,
A soul that can
Speak the language of silence.
Deep below somewhere in my soul,
I read a phrase:
TEARS ARE NOTHING,
BUT EVERYTHING FOR ME
THEY WERE MY YESTERDAY
AND MY BEST FRIENDS TODAY.
Who gave it, who holds it
Remains still a question.
A question with no answer.
An answer without words.
A word without thought.
A thought without imagination.
A mere existence left
an indelible mark on my soul.
I wonder how I lost in it,
Which still remains a question with no answer