• A M I S T U C K •
voice
Trapped in a wrecked cell
Tales buried , that I need to tell
Its not a body , but her soul
finding ways to haul
A cell is what they see ,
Ask me , how illusionary it is to believe
Her soul bound by thoughts of freedom
Family friendship its all she gave upon
Though, harder she try to escape
Li'l soul , don't try , even outside ,its not safe
Let me take care of your precious life
Allow me to embrace , this cruel world will just make you strive
I am lost too , but wait where did you get this knife
She murmurs , I freed myself with this
But these creatures locked me here , at around six
Eyes shut , longing sleep
Face stained with tears that they would weep
Some had no reasons to cry
But still I could see them giving a fake try
I ain't regret , i am not sad nor alone
Yet searching for a hole , screaming hard with no tone
Come here my dandelion mist
My broken heart's window is open don't insist
I know we are stuck in this paradox
Lets make ourselves strong as rocks
Because , no air will smell the same in these blocks
No rain will ever make us wet in this box
Do you choose to be kind
with the people who play with your mind ?
Will you step out of this , and tell father god
that he chose the wrong time ?
Will we meet in east
For dine and feast ?
Before she could answer me
I woke up and felt my soul plea
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