In the eyes that forever watched, never questioned
In the heart that bled, never burdened
Lies there hidden, a half-truth, half-fiction
Prisoned behind muted lips, awaiting confession.
A silent sufferer, a child bride
What is that you hide?
Won't you tell me your little secret?
Is it a tale of love or of regret?
Do you wish upon the stars,
That someone takes away your scars?
Or do you dare to dream a dream,
Of breaking away from your life's realm?
Are the words too many or far too less?
Do they break into a forbidden song or a whisper so careless?
Do they speak of the turmoils of a nation,
Or do they tell of a journey with no destination?
A silent sufferer, a child bride
What is it that you hide?
Won't you tell me your little secret?
Is it a tale of love or of regret?
In the heart that bled, never burdened
Lies there hidden, a half-truth, half-fiction
Prisoned behind muted lips, awaiting confession.
A silent sufferer, a child bride
What is that you hide?
Won't you tell me your little secret?
Is it a tale of love or of regret?
Do you wish upon the stars,
That someone takes away your scars?
Or do you dare to dream a dream,
Of breaking away from your life's realm?
Are the words too many or far too less?
Do they break into a forbidden song or a whisper so careless?
Do they speak of the turmoils of a nation,
Or do they tell of a journey with no destination?
A silent sufferer, a child bride
What is it that you hide?
Won't you tell me your little secret?
Is it a tale of love or of regret?
