A voice from a child who are living in a prison
My life is a prison,
Oh God let me out.
No one to listen,
To hear when you shout.
Used to wish for a window,
To see birds, trees and sky,
But you're better without one
Stops you aiming too high.
Watching freedom is painful,
For those locked away.Seeing joy,
love and happiness,
Another price that you pay.
Hide the pain, carry on,
Routine is the key.
Don't let on that you're not,
What you're pretending to beI wish I could get help,
I wish it would go away.
Maybe if I keep praying real hard,
it will some day I speak in silence hoping that someone will see my words,
the message...the tears...from a child who are living in a prison.
i skated in the lonely world ...quiet and undisturbed at
2:24 AM