Tonight, silence speaks to me
It echoes the last words of the dead
Along with the cries of the oppressed.
Tonight, silence speaks to me
The cries of everyone; the pleads of young ones
Screaming, "Let us free!."
Tonight, the silence speaks to me
Of a country in ruins,
By the hands of the super power's doing.
Tonight, the silence roars,
Witnessing the dead lying on the floor.
Tonight, the silence got loud,
To empower every single soul from the crowd.
One day, the silence shall speak
It will become a weapon of the victims and the weak.

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