Silent as a tapestry, blowing in the wind,
Silent as a heartbeat, coming from within,
May voices call to me, I do not know their names,
I can feel their suffering, I can feel their pain.
And when I can no longer stand this bleating of the damned,
When my quivering, shaking knees can no longer stand,
I remember to myself that none of this is real.
Still, that does not simplify the sorrow that I feel.