Saturday, September 23, 2006



I am prejudiced
It's on my paper, I came from a quiet ship
Never knowing the reality
The world of the damned

It kills me, I feel it, It's like a stab on my chest
I tasted my own blood, a cut in the throat
Heat of fury burns
Consuming, raging!

Do you know me?
I don't know you!
Have you given me consideration?
I never even used my Libra scales on you!

Is this injustice for life?
The norms of society hits me big time
Now I understand
Back then I empathized, now I'm sympathized

How hurting, I can't do anything
A stronghold one can't destroy
Millions can't even raise a voice
Though I know I'm strong, I am weak.

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