When they shall speak, there words filled the sky
Unfolding there opinions and pleasant to the ears
I admire and envy the beauty of the words
Fluttering, in the sky
And i opened my mouth to have a taste
Then the load on my shoulders held my tongue
And my words were blew by the winds
Tickles the hearing, and repeat itself a dozen
Like speaking in an empty, lonely room
And suddenly, the sky was invaded with laughs
Being named a clown; with nor act on stage
And i hike for answers in the aid of her mouth
For i was told- it was the handwork of heredity
And my eyes wept for my tongue is being held
For this burden sat on my shoulders
Which was imposed on me by our father in his tower
Delivers pain to pour down my existence
Which is inevitable; stuck on me, an addict
It is my fate!, My burden! i must carry on
But this burden locks no door to my harvest
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