Locked In a Dark Room
I'm locked in a dark room,
I look out and I can't even see the moon.
I'm locked in a dark room,
I just pray my heart doesn't turn dark too.
These four walls, painted white, make me feel blue;
I am locked in a dark room.
Copyright © Mel Marakalala | Year Posted 2015
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