All alone, darkness squeezing me
Holds me in it’s icy grip
I look to the east, hoping the sun shall rise,
Wishing for the dawn to come, that it would listen to my pleas
A solitary tear escapes from my eyes
At my heart, my confinement starts to chip
I look around, but no sign of a key
Am I to suffer for eternity?
No, that’s not how I want to waste my life
I look around,
Looking at how the joys abound
I shudder, thinking about the horrible past
That if others knew, would leave them in a state of shock
But alas, that will never happen
I’ve set a defense around me, strong as rock
Though it still haunts me many a late night
Every hollow tick, every booming tock
How much longer shall I grieve,
Wiping many a lone tear on my sleeve
I can’t live like this,
For even birds after a storm sing
And even after a horrible fire, life will again one day bloom
You just have to sweep the sadness under the rug, Hope will be the broom
Doesn’t matter what will happen,
For one day I shall escape from this barred room
I can, and will get on with my life,
Leaving behind all my grief and strife
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