Woman in the wall

You're like the
woman in the wall.

I can see your fear,
feel your pain,
hear your soundless cries.

Do I have to knock down
the wall?

But that
would hurt you,
knock you down as well.

So, you have to
break free by yourself.

I'll be waiting,
praying for your freedom,



There is no sound,
no melody around.

There is no voice,
can't hear the slightest noise.

There is no song,
no music for so long

There is just me,
but everything,
every colour that I see
is music for my own,

and you,
you are my symphony.