Echo

The silence would hurt me less,

But now my enemies

Have turned me

Into a lame tune.

 

My voice

Only repeats the words of the others.

 

My life is broken

Like lyra's strings.

 

The silence

Would hurt me less,

 

But my lips utter the words

Of the others,

My voice only copies

The others.

 

I lost my words,

And this is a tragedy.