In the hush of this lonely night I lay in disdain,
Not of life or people, but of this immutable pain.
Free thoughts and free minds I, did and will, aspire,
Tears are for the weak, courage for those who follow and admire.
Bereavement or despair, my strife is life long,
My voice may not quell your agony, but in your tenacity I find myself strong.
Bars of iron encumber, kindred spirits propel,
From nadirs of solitude, to the enchantment of heavenly gospel.
Daw they call me, my heart seethes in ignominy,
Eyes await a dawn, of new horizons and harmony.
- Of what has been a life of struggle and and a voice of hope - Aung San Suu Kyi
