For his laughter shattered in stillness
He hid his dreams in unknown forests,
for his laughter shatterede in stillness,
where there were no colours, no life
only grayness and hush'es.
For games were deadly
and songs unforgiving.
He stayed so silent that he never heard his own heartbeat -
There were no lush, green gardens of imagination,
no fairytales to belong to.
For his childhood was a mere whisper
A dead calm reflection of your pain.
