Give me something to help me sing my song,
Anything to help this dead thing along.
The path I must follow is unrelentless with no mercy,
This lifetime of unhappiness tears at me blindly.
I'm fragile, small, and afraid of what could be behind the next door,
People despise me for living in my fantasy lore.
My heart is tiny, no more room for passion or love,
For they lied saying I was a beautiful white dove.
Everything is now ashes at my feet,
Now thier stares are as cold and frozen as a winter's first sleet.
It will never be the same, the way I once knew it,
My very! being is a statue, still and desolate.
With nothing to preserve this frail, insecure child,
I am nothing now but one who was exiled.
They never saw the beauty I know is inside me,
For all the times I've tried, I cannot make them see.
The icy feeling inside has made it impossible to forget,
Now the only way to go is forward, that path unlit.
Soon the trumpets will sound,
No one knows, But I'm Homeward Bound.
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