Darkness The light is retreating. A veil covers my eye. Can grief make one blind? Perhaps it is mercy not to see Not to taste, to smell, to hear, to feel... Perhaps it's just the beginning.
Whisper. I will come closer to hear you Shout, and I will close my ears. Sing me the pain of generations The cry of the orphaned child ‘Mamaaaaa.’ Speak to me with your heart And I will be your human shield. إهمس لي ألمك لأقترب منك واسمع إصرخ – لأغلق أذناي. غني لي ألم أجيال أسمعني بكاء اليتيم – ماماااااااااا كلمني من قلبك - وسأكن درعك البشري.