Nothing is being me than my silence For the loud of my cry is begging to stop and the sadness is reigning in my heart but keeping to be silent is what I do The joy in me is vain to everyone My choice is good but not my endurance And now the choice is wether to continue or stop I have nowhere to go, I have nothing to show My weakness is the demand of the world to feel the suffering while I am living I blame to no one, I only know this is life for as long I breath, I know I survive