My heart weeps
This house is no home to me
A trumpet cries from my throat
No love or joy, just tears
I cannot be seen by those around
They bark words full of anger and hate
Who do they think they are
Is not life meant to be lived
I shall not feel with my eyes but with my heart
If a life ends and a new life is born
should i not listen to this new calling
and prove the past to be the past.
Time is asking me to make a change
a change is coming.