the words are in me
they want to come out

the music,
it disturbs

agitated, afraid
if I let them loose
if I let them come out

they will know

will they judge?
they will be afraid
they are unaware
they think it's all innocence

little do they know
there has been suffering
so much suffering
there has been struggling
so much struggling

will it continue?
does happiness only come from oblivion?
sorry, I meant from innocence.