Prisoner

Prisoner Sharon Maria Moemise I long for the freedom of the landscape Where I can allow myself to escape When the walls are closing in on me And Hell seems the right place to be. I reach out to touch the untouchable I dream of reaching the impossible I count the sand grains through the hour-glass Knowing my fate will soon come to pass. Helpless, hands tied behind my back No amount of fighting will allow the chains to slack I beg for reprieve, for a just one chance of freedom For on last attempt to seek God's wisdom I open the gates of the past to catch up Allowing old pain, hurt and regrets to fill my cup Holding on to memories of days gone by While I beseech my soul in vain, to not cry My mind is strong though my willpower weak I lived a sunny dream with a future so bleak I'm trapped in a cell with bars of a strange kind I'm locked up for life, a prisoner of my own mind.