When sunset rises,

the voices behind the walls are still

Quiet.

That is what you hear.

One simple noise,

the voices awake

Listening to their laughs,

They sound more cheery.


Night Approaches,

The voices sob in despair.

The cries are deafening

You can feel their pain.

No ordinary voices, you see

History has to live with what was here.

Their souls are caged.

They sound lost and hurt.

Violence and abuse is what they feel

Help, is needed

But these voices cannot be set free,

They are the lonely ones,

they cannot be happy.