You bathe in the waterfalls of my silence
And claim your naked body is pure
I turn my lives into private
To dispel your acts of war
You whisper of rumors
On streets where I dwell
Soaked and somber
In the silence of the stories
I refuse to tell
Why should I speak
On such disbelief
When actions can
Speak for themselves
Jun 5, 2024
Jun 5, 2024 at 3:44 PM UTC
You bathe in the waterfalls of my silence
And claim your naked body is pure
I turn my lives into private
To dispel your acts of war
You whisper of rumors
On streets where I dwell
Soaked and somber
In the silence of the stories
I refuse to tell
Why should I speak
On such disbelief
When actions can
Speak for themselves
