Bound
Dark and coldI sit and watch the clock
just ticking my time away.
Here I am
stuck inside
watching of the world go by
all looking through the windows.
Bound by chains
just longing to get away.
Home; nothing but a prison
the walls stare and laugh
the amusement of my holding.
I hide away in my world
which is of only my mind
dreaming of the outside
and rain pours on the glass
with my fingers to the window.
So close I am to the rain.
When can I rid of these chains?
So then I can be free
and dance in the sweet rain.
Bound like I am
breaking through is a hope;
a hope I will long for
until when I am free
from my prison
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