As a strong as a string
And bold as a brick woman,
I built a wall around me,
Brick by brick glued by my gloomy tears,
The wall soundproofed my wistful wailing,
Concreting my underslept sweet almond eyes,
A strong woman indeed!
Lately, I can't hold it anymore,
The wall is haunting me and is howling like a willowing wolf running away from a horrendous hunter,
I'm crumbling down along with the wall,
The wall will fall
Upon me like a tree falls down in a strom without a scream,
I'll be what then?
I have been wondering a lot lately,
I think there's a wall in my breath, bones and thoughts too.
Ah! What a strong woman indeed!
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