Glass Box

Standing inside Looking out No one can see me No one can hear me shout Pressing my hands against the walls I watch the people walk by Never knowing how close they come To suffering the same fate as mine I sit in my cold prison Wondering when my life had changed When I had stopped living When I had become estranged My heart is still beating My blood still flows But inside my glass box The world of time slows I want to break free I want to go and live This life has so much to offer And I have so much to give.