I'm trapped inside
These four walls again,
Always a patron
Of the pain within.
I'm trapped below
From the world above,
These four walls keep asking,
What are you made of?
I kneel to the ground,
And I hopelessly pray,
I want nothing more,
Than to see the world someday.
What could a soul do
To suffer such sorrow,
And have the pain to not know,
If it will see tomorrow.
I'm trapped,
I'm alone in this hole,
Tomorrow what will become of,
My tortured soul?

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