If the immense pain in my heart
The blood soaked scars,
and my aches find words
I will find myself from my own ruins
I will, then find the secrets of the world and harmony
With the secrets in my know, I will find words for my poem of love,
for the chronicles of my pains
And when my silence finds the voice,
this world will become my kingdom
…And when my silence finds the voice,
and my pain finds the words,
my poem of love, my chronicles of pains are expressed.
I will own the treasures of heaven and earth...then…