My voice doesn't echo but flows in the weeping of my tiredness
One look to the sky, and the brightness turns into a gloomy night.
No sound and no wind,
yet the breath that I breathe in.
Far away are the stars I try to reach.
No cracks, only a high wall hiding you behind.
My voice bounces back as it stays,
soft and quiet—then the evilness comes.
They smile with redness, sin, and lies.
Don't worry, take my hand.
There is a crack, though it's hard to see.
Your voice doesn't stop—it can be heard from miles away.
They do not see or hear,
but the universal eyes and ears are here and breathing.
Whispers are not fading,
and I know you are a giver, my light.
Your voice still comes,
growing stronger like a diamond.