Dark Days

It is so dark in here Tied to this old wooden chair Never seen the light of day Never speak, nothing to say Outside is like a foreign land Could be grass, could be sand I listen, but I can not hear My thoughts are all I have to share I never see beyond these walls Never strolled into the halls My food is brought upon a tray No one here, no one to play One day I hope I will be free To roam the street, to climb the tree But till then, I sit and wait For God alone, will seal my fate.