Falling in these lonely lands
where sorrow is known
I carried my heart in both hands
in fear of becoming a stone.

For bruises and scars
piled up my body,
that I wailed to the stars
hoping for a remedy.

Now I've become coy
in battles unseen
and how I wished joy
would finally stay with me.

O hear the pleas
of my troubled soul
I long to spread my wings
that darkness stole.

I fear pain will soon be my home
Living in lies
is where I shouldn’t roam
and the light in me silently cries

crying for the chance
of a happy life.

-a.g.