David William Breidenthal Poet Lyric

In This Cell

I want to be forgiven,
Not forgotten
I want to be independent,
Not dependent

I want to grow on my own
My eyesight is getting all blurry
I’m near-sighted, still alone
My mind is still very, very fuzzy 
In this cell…
Getting out of my shell…
In this cell…
Trying to get out of my shell…
It’s feeling like hell
Up in here

Still, I find myself, dreaming on
Still, I’m blind due to California’s sun
Los Angeles’ pollution is in my veins
Yet, I still have a ton of brains…
Hearing the trains of time zip on by…
In this well – does it ring a bell?
In this cell – getting out of my shell

I want to be significant,
Not-so-ignorant anymore
I want everybody content,
Not unhappy to the core
I’m looking a little shabby today 
I’m done with dealing with dismay
I feel God’s light 
Shine upon me 
In thorough delight
And in ecstasy 

I want to grow on my own
My eyesight is getting all blurry
I’m near-sighted, still alone
My mind is still very, very fuzzy 
In this cell…
Getting out of my shell…
In this cell…
Trying to get out of my shell…
It’s feeling like hell
Up in here

Still, I find myself, dreaming on
Still, I’m blind due to California’s sun
Los Angeles’ pollution is in my veins
Yet, I still have a ton of brains…
Hearing the trains of time zip on by…
In this well – does it ring a bell?
In this cell – getting out of my shell

Apparently, I’m pushed to the margins…for the hundredth time, I feel oh so alone  
Expanding my knowledge right now
Evidently, I’ve been up and about, paying seven-fold for my daily sins on my own
Landing on my two feet somehow
Somehow…somehow…
I’m still surviving…
I am alive and well
In this cell…in this cell…
In the web of my heartless lies…
In this cell of your goodbyes…

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