This war is silent
A void in the love, in the thought, in the soul, long gone,
carving my bones like termites living inside my home,
A reader of moments from the past, from a heart made of stone
Let it be, let me feel this way.
Let me go mad, let me care, let me express…
Let me expect, without trust, the uncertain feeling of not knowing what it will be,
A smile in the distant where people become strangers,
An inspiration of the idea, but not the memory
Reading between the lines, the silence of the unspoken words…
The changes of life before we die
A void in the love, in the thought, in the soul, long gone,
carving my bones like termites living inside my home,
A reader of moments from the past, from a heart made of stone
Let it be, let me feel this way.
Let me go mad, let me care, let me express…
Let me expect, without trust, the uncertain feeling of not knowing what it will be,
A smile in the distant where people become strangers,
An inspiration of the idea, but not the memory
Reading between the lines, the silence of the unspoken words…
The changes of life before we die
Model: Marisol Pelaez
