Cries in the Darkness
Hollow walls and empty chambers
Greet the cries of an innocent child.
A dark, damp room with only a box spring for a bed,
A home without LOVE.
Rusty chains, Torture, A knife to the throat:
Threats that end childhood too soon,
A prisoner...
Life has no mercy.
Day to day the monotonous sounds of typewriters,
Reminders of innocent cries,
Greet the ears of SOCIETY.
Steel desks and wooden chairs,
Life's little rewards for success.
Paper cuts, Deadlines, the endless agony of work:
a woman on the very brink of suicide.
Once again a prisoner...
Only this time, I'm a prisoner of life.