Skin so pale it borders translucency
Eyes full of sadness and sorrow,hearts full of happiness and hope
Not everyone has a voice,
some are willingly silent,
others just don't have a voice,
I don't remember it much, but I was born in a small kennel
Do you hear it?
In the howling wind?
The fierce storm?
The rolling thunder?
Soft and gentle,
What happened to knowledge is power?
This world looks towards envy, for money talks.
