El-Shaddai Fessehatsion ‘24
I have so many questions
So many thoughts
But a voice so quiet
And young
It is drowned in the echos
it holds no power
They all decide what I learn
As I sit back and watch
Like an owl observing the world
My life falls into their hands
How come my voice does not matter?
I am right here
I shout
Ask me what I want
My shouts turn to murmurs
Trying to differentiate right and wrong
I stumble around seeking the answer