Lingering Questions

The barrier has been built up Through many years Every couple of months causing me tears I don't know what to do anymore Nor will I ever I just hope for the sight of better weather. Taking it in With a flick of a pen Asking why people sin I go through these days Without a word being said Because my words are refused to be heard What I wonder is when will my time come For me to dance underneath the Florida sun Until that may come forth I stay here locked up in a estranged fort