The Lonely hour ticks on by,
While a solid shadow dog’s each step of mine.
Inside these bars
I stare and stare
But the walls don’t dare move.
For a glimpse of blue.
My soul cries out for a spot, a ray.
A beam to warm my face.
No hope but a cold passing day.
No one to put these ghosts to sleep.
I weep so profoundly,
My loss all these years.
That I have never grown to enjoy
From each and every dismay.
In a grey world with no doors,
It is I who have locked me in.
Out! Out! I want to live
To learn to love the things I don’t.
To work at life and
Breathe in tomorrow.
With Dawn’s fresh hope
Just over the horizon.
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