Singing Sorrow

My words they are spoken with tears,
Through everything sobbing in that very night,
A face wet with endless tears,
My pillow that soaked my every pain.

I speak of my pain that very night,
Of things that you misunderstand and you did not see,
Anger and hurt of what you didn't see,
We too have suffered but we never tell.

Of what am i too become now,
A monster that speaks the truth and rude little me,
How can i not say when you ignore our pleading,
While your money blinded you though this blood ties us together.

And so this heart pours it all,
Defending what is left and fights for it,
My sister i call you every now and then,
I'll fight you until my last breath of mine.

I am speaking the truth and i see it all,
This heart bears all the singing sorrow from our parent,
And thus that very night i cry it all out for you to see,
Of what pain we went through while you enjoy your own.