Trees fall unheard in the forest,
and yet we still do not make a sound.
It is the punishment of our people,
no words, no voices to be heard, no forgiveness,
sound cannot make up for years of inaction.
An eternal punishment for mistakes from long ago,
and from the more recent past.
Words slash through skin and bone,
silence stays stagnent on our lips.
Two little words nearly impossible to muster.
I’ll say them for us all.
Nobis hodie.
Paenitet.
Bittersweet Symphony 