If pain is a bird, then it has found a nest
In this empty broken heart of mine.
Slowly it built a home in my heart
With the grasses of my yesterdays horrible memories .

My thought embarks on a journey down memory lane
to unearth the buried mistakes of my youthful past .
My heavy head seek solace on the palm of my hands
As my ears listen to the peaceful words of the ghost of my silence.

My countless hiss and sighs erupts like a volcano,
Troubling the peaceful presence of my silence.
My hiss and sighs flows like an overflowing River,
Emptying its waters into a deepless ocean of fate