Her Voice, Her Freedom

Once a upon time,

There was a little girl

Who couldn't hear nor speak

But she has a voice

She could screams,

Even voice of laughters

But she doesn't laughs nor smiles

Because her world is filled with

Silence and darkness

Her heart is void of love

And yet she knew of love

The ground is her chains

Gravity is her cage

And she longs to be free

To fly free, to soar high

For she could almost taste her freedom

But she only could escape

When she reads, or writes

She grew up with a small hope

That burns through her eyelids

Whenever she closes her eyes

Whenever she writes, she opens her heart

She writes what she sees, and feels

Sometimes her English are broken

Yet, it shines with powerful emotions

She painted a moving pictures for you

She painted the flows of emotions for you

So you could see and feel what she saw and felt

For she longs to be understood

Everywhere she goes, she is always

Misjudged and misunderstood

And yet she keeps on trying

For she hopes that one day

That her words of her world will

Forever impact and change lives

For she hopes to bring a world

Together through kindness and love

And that is her weakness and strength