Some songs are never meant to be sung,
some dreams never to be seen.
Some wings are tied and legs are chained,
some breaths are hard to take...

Some dark feelings just flow inside,
ans outside is a peaceful mask for pride.
The tears are just a defect of eye,
and the pain like current treads in the heart aye.

A thought's cyclone destroys my patience,
the fragile glass of patience is thrusted upon.
There's no way in and no way out
but the feeling tears you apart.

I become a mere spectator afterwards,
and watch myself surrender to it.
The grief of bearing an inexpressible terror,
no one can know until they bear...