I wish I could

I could write everything I think I proudly know
But words don’t want to set me free
Secrets? You can never say so.
The grass was greener, I can still see,
Symbols are ashamed of telling stories
Fantasies, illusions you can’t explain,
Children playing without any worries,
Smiles and freedom and no pain.

I would say everything I think I shyly can
But thoughts are getting rid of time.
Dreams? You can never pretend.
The sea was bluer, it was a sign,
Codes waiting for being deciphered,
Feelings, perspectives you can’t describe.
Women singing sadly, how they suffered,
Tears and sorrow and no right.

Should you ask why?
Why in every minute life and peace die?
Should I?