Empty Lines

My pages whisper to me,

Fill that empty lines within me.

Let the unheard voice touch us like no other,

We are ready to drench in the rain forever.

Let the ink stains stay on us,

Can't be washed but blur by salty lush.

We may be crushed we may be turned,

We may be put in where the ashes born.

But there will be a new dawn.

I may be put behind the dusty bars,

But the pain still is fresh of wordy scars.

Let the gaps open for all,

Where the teary eyes can free to crawl.

Make our whisper the sound of the stage,

And unlock us from this empty cage.