I am a story even wise men refuse to write
A motion picture in black and white
A song patiently waiting to be sung
An old church bell which has never rung.

I am a distant call so faint to be heard
A wish someone has not answered
A book, now with yellowing leaves
A timeless sin no man forgives.

I am a choice you've never chosen
A promise you've always broken
A madwoman, stuck up in a bedlam
That's what they think I am.



"May mga bagay na tanging papel lang ang nakakaunawa at lapis ang nakapagsasalita."