THE CRY OF MY SOUL

I try, and I try,
I try to fight back
In the hope that it won’t happen,
I try to axe the anguish
In the hope that indifference leads to tolerance,
I try to veil the memory
In the hope of feeling that it is unreal
But I feel down, all the same,
So I try to voice my ire
In the hope that someone will hear
The cry of my soul.

And as I do that,
I find a hundred hands to hold,
A hundred shoulders to weep on,
A hundred faces to wipe,
A hundred who bear the same cry
As that of my soul.