To dwell in silence, is to dwell in solemn.
As without words, One would be the righteous, be the person that this world required.
Yet to swim in a quiet sea, is a work of tremendous ill.
Even for a time that I feel sore , O how I keep trying to stood still.
But for once in a while, Even heroes have to give up.
Once in a while, I scream as hard, saying that I have to stop.
And with words, the world see me for what I am.
An ugly face of humanity, something of much trouble and pain.
So here I am again, back to silent I dwell.
To stand alone, to mourn alone, so that the world may forever be well.