It was a very young age
When the storm showed it's rage

Rain poured down on the, and they became sad.
But no one knew that it would ever be this bad

They went to a white room where they looked with dead eyes.
It never went anywhere, only pointless lies

The days dragged on and everything stayed the same.
It was always the same.

One day he looked at them and said
"Maybe life isn't for everyone."

Shackles and chains

used to run through my veins.

Freedom did not know my name

Now I roam the halls with no shame.

A brand on my torso

haunts me also.

My writing lets out the built-up anger

of the anchor.

Betrayal and sorrow fills the room

but I do not have gloom.


I’m always tired

but I never sleep.

I’m also sad,

but you never see me weep.

Thunder and rain

gave me pain.

Ships and dancing

were never romancing.

And here in the freedom I stay

because the skies are no longer gray.


I am strong and I belong.

And I have known this all along.