Some words telling me to be quiet,
listen to not to music, stay in the riot.
But birds are still singing in the breeze,
who cares for silence among the trees?

Leaves will still be green,
but your feelings will turn unseen.
Oh man, promises like a flash,
a second passed — a shattered vase crash.

A young and naïve, can’t carry it,
maybe this is the first time it split.
Into pieces I could not pull back,
to its rightful peace, to mend the crack.

Nights whisper things I cannot say,
hearts breaking softly in the day.
I close my eyes, the scar remains,
but inside me, loudest the pains.