• What is there left in my wake ?

    But sorrow and darkness?

    Or will the morrow bring the break ?

    Will this chain of sadness end ?

    Will it finally fall away and leave a more peaceful day?

    As a bird caged in the house of sin.

    I was young when all this began.

    Thrown upon, my life was caged.

    They broke me told me i was of age.

    I was bought into what i was sold .

    My wings were broken , bruised, and torn.

    And even though it was wrong i was told .

    What do they know , those of the pure.

    The are clean snowflakes that are unladdened by dirt.

    Ill never know how they feel and they the same to me .

    But what do you do , when your world cracks,


    And falls away?