Confined

In this place she is confined with no light
Shadows will loom and try to take her away
But she always looks up and uses her might

Try and grab hold of that glimmer of bright
That only exists if she hopes, they say
In this place she is confined with no light

Darkness and bittersweet crowd her sight
She did nothing imperfect, so why pay?
But she always looks up and uses her might

Her whispered words upon her lips speak right
Yet this bastille is where she has to stay
In this place she is confined with no light

Though she hopes the umbra can still bite
She knows that someday it will not be this way
But she always looks up and uses her might

If her hope strengthens, she will win at this fight
In this Cimmerian space she will not decay
In this place she is confined with no light
But she always looks up and uses her might