I know our silence screams
I know confronting the unknown
I know singing our insolence
I know praying there’s hope for us
I know liking the time that advances
I know to savor our luck
I know empty hope
But why, I do not know
To hide in my voice
What trembles in me
But why, I do not know
To stop the wounds
Of a world that distorts
Where the air is no longer pure
To tell you the story
In the heat of the night
Which you want to believe
Without crying in the dark
But why I do not know
Dry the tears
Women holding our weapons
In hearts filled with blades
Eliminate the fighting
Men who make our laws
To which our voices yield
Which they do not respect
But why I do not know any more
Why, I do not know
Why I am lost
Like a child in the streets
I know arrogance hits us hard
I know forgiveness for our being apart
I know liking without losing patience
But why, I don’t know
To clasp you in my arms
Like an answer for you
But why, I do not know
To stop the wounds
Of a world that distorts
Where the air is no longer pure
To tell you the story
In the heat of the night
Which you want to believe
Without crying in the dark
But why I do not know
Dry the tears
Women holding our weapons
In hearts filled with blades
Eliminate the fighting
Men who make our laws
To which our voices yield
Which they do not respect
But why, I do not know any more
Why, I do not know
Why I am lost
Like a child in the streets
I know, I don’t know
I know
I know, one does not know
I know, one does not know more