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.
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