Whenever the mist of pain and torment loomed; And my already broken heart, dashed to pieces You picked them all and glued them back together, mother You helped me to resurge, with thousands of amorous kisses
When I was surrounded by deep blue silences and my heart cried in pain You wept my ocean of tears but, you never shed one The excruciating pain of my life, was hurting you too But you always said, ‘My love, the struggles have just begun’
Beneath the tender look, your ardent black eyes beamed rebelliousness I know that you wanted me to be the woman you never got to be And so, as a present on your birthday, I make you a promise That I will always be in the shelter of your arms; I will be the woman you want me to be and nothing will ever sunder you and me.
Just like the full moon To me, you are a boon, What have I done till now, if it wasn't for you With the ending month of June, You approaching as rain first due. You are amazing, you are one of those few, Precious, rebellious, and always new.
Be vigilant. The dark is coming. 'Stay silent' he said. They almost listened.
'Wrap yourself in the coldness of our words' and in his voice was a touch of danger.
They almost fell. Almost gave in. The world became like a glacier of shapes. Always seeking to fit within the assorted mess of notions and opinions.
'Forget grace' they told us. 'Praise hate' they commanded us. 'Love death' they spoke in unison.
But... we are not a wall to be broken down on your insistence.
We are not a voice to be calmed just because you think you are a storm.
Should we be silent against the false preachers of lies and guile? Or are we going to stand firm, each life a block against the tides of stoic insistence?
We will not shame ourselves any longer. Our voice will be like God's own voice. Our rhythm will fall into truth. Our form will fly into the sky, abandoning your need to satisfy the greedy and lazy digits of material plains of death and destruction.
Ah... tell us to shut up one more time. See then how loud our words can go.