It speaks louder than words
Shouts louder than rumbling stones down a great hill
Feels more than the fetus in a mother’s womb
Pains more than death
But stays forever quiet for the next step
We oppose it
Laugh at it,
Still we always look past it
It saves lives, it shows love and it is never proud
But still we always look past it
We suffer from great impressions, even the very hard ground softness for our heavy depression
Although it would help you to explain how you feel,
YOU still always look past it.
It beats evil, it creates evil
It shapes people, although it destroy little
Although we can say it quietly, it will echo throughout our own irony.
But still, WE still look past it.