In a prison
not of steel nor brick.
In a World
too cruel and sick.
In my bed
I lie alone.
In a house
with no one home.
In the dark
with no lights lit.
In this chair
alone I sit.
No birds sing
where I reside.
In the dark
where I hide.
A breath of life
is all I need.
But all my prayers
no one heeds.
My true love
is out of reach.
Like a vicar
that cannot preach.
One day perhaps
I shall be free.
But how and when
I cannot see.
So in this prison
I must be.
Until my love
can set me free.
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