My lips are sealed,
to a flying butterfly in a field.
Hear me speak in silence,
loudly I rise my wings for I desire my wish;
“To be healed.”
Have I not seen the world?
Have I not shown you my inner peace?
to fly a mile to the north by your yield.
Look in my eyes and see the pain that has been concealed.
I am, (What do I say to this?)
I am frightened and alone in this battlefield.
As I believe in a better today,
a sorrow yesterday
and a brightened tomorrow.
I have to lose my shield,
I have to let down my guard.
My lips are no more sealed.