Your language, to us, is foreign
Yet your fear is still the same-
We may not notice tears fall
But your body feels the pain.
Your happiness is stolen
Like the hope once in your eyes-
So many like you suffer,
So much beauty dies.
If your tears were human
And you could speak with words-
Your suffering might touch more hearts
Your pleas just might be heard.
If only you could paint your pain
Compose a melancholy song-
Maybe then we'd understand
What we thought was right is wrong.
Your body is our instrument
For you, there is no rest-
To us, you're just some fast food
Or the data from some test.
Chained and caged, you entertain
You're a coat without a voice-
We could live life differently,
For you, there is no choice.
If your tears were human
And if you could speak with words-
Your suffering might touch more hearts
Your please just might be heard.
If only you could pain your pain
Compose a melancholy song-
Maybe then we'd understand
What we thought was right is wrong.
I hope somebody we understand
What we think is right is wrong.
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