With each day passing my believe in this becomes stronger ........
the clouds hold their rain
the clowns, their smile
the wave from the mountain
brings the river's smell
the taiga grasses stop their sway
the fields grow no more
all they wait for is the voice of the unsaid
the grey roads hide their faces beneath
the betrayer made the confession
the killer cried of guilt
the orphans did have that smile
the blind saw the music live
the artist drew his first piece
the man of power became the man of people
for all these heard the voice of the unsaid
listen to your heart
its silent beating
the scenes behind your closed eyes
will show you the way out
your mind, your heart
will
find the need of the need.
the voice of the unsaid
lies within you
but will reach you
only when you want to hear it out.....