Voice to be heard

My heart is at cry
As i look at the sky
I cant control these feelings inside
As i try to hide
The world is a destruction
And we are its domination  
No voice to refuse
Of its abuse
No heartache is mended
As life only contended
For us to live saddened
And only suspended
For our passion and resentment
As im a Testament
Of someones voice who has been stripped
Which that commends
That nothing to be sed
Is better than to be dead