My voice was the one power I had against you.
I had something valuable,
Something precious But now I am just a tool to the people we call our saviors
I am a slave to the people to the glossy walls that trap me
I’d rather die screaming than live in silence
I’d rather die fighting than die without a tongue to speak.
People can’t speak to me, They can’t even look at me
Will their tongues be cut too?
I hope not, I wouldn’t want to share my suffering with anyone
Maybe they can speak for me share my silent story
But what good is an invisible story against the people who live in the castle of lies?