SUNSET ||

At dusk,
Cloud of tears blurs our sight
I repeat, at dusk
Yes, cloud of tears blurs our sight.
The vocal cords has cease to tell the truth.

I see truth wailing
For not piloting justice
Yes, I see truth wailing
For not piloting justice
To her destination.

Son: daddy, why do people silence
Truth?
Dad: because it needs a saviour
Who will be the sacrificial lamb.