Missing out, much too late.
I know I should be extremely grateful For God's gift of life But I have no life at all Trapped like a rat Behind four foreboding walls No one rings And no one calls Trapped on an isolated uncharted island Miles from home Knife in my heart Always alone Sleep my only friend and escape From harsh reality Drifting off to adventures Lost in a fantasy As the light dwindles getting ever closer To draw into night I feel lost And wasted so much of my life I can't turn back the clock now But the guilt is still there Like a ball and chain Never touch the leaves on a tree Feel fresh air breath on my face Or rejoin the humanrace Never kiss again And enjoy the taste Only in imagination And the landscapes of my dreams Sometimes I wish I could just drift off And never awake Again.
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