I am a prisoner to the outside .
I am never getting in .
I am flowing with the gentle tide
That does not flow within .
You keep me here ,
Never letting me free
Not even when I shed the tears
You will never ever see
I remain on the outside ,
Never getting out .
No matter how much I've tried ,
You will never hear me shout .
Although my cries are silent .
My thoughts run deep ,
My eyes are a red tint ,
My eyes tired of , weep .
I observe from the outside .
Freedom is what I will never gain .
I am drowning in the gentle tides .
A prisoner I will remain .
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
I am a prisoner to the outside .
I am never getting in .
I am flowing with the gentle tide
That does not flow within .
You keep me here ,
Never letting me free
Not even when I shed the tears
You will never ever see
I remain on the outside ,
Never getting out .
No matter how much I've tried ,
You will never hear me shout .
Although my cries are silent .
My thoughts run deep ,
My eyes are a red tint ,
My eyes tired of , weep .
I observe from the outside .
Freedom is what I will never gain .
I am drowning in the gentle tides .
A prisoner I will remain .
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