Philo Yan (Malaysia)

We bleed so easily
Moving happily
trigger sudden strikes
A fleeting glance
a word perchance
echoes in the heart
sounding like a gong
a sad, sad song
re-tearing scars apart

The thing is to be strong
that one didn't do no wrong
And looking at the stars
and humans with their flaws
Be glad for what one has
and not be put to test.

And so it's time for bed
Let go and lay it's head
for Past to finally slumber
The Silence can be spread.