Oh Misery

My tragedies are being engraved
My voice is faint
And I don't feel like a saint
My wings are clipped
And my grip of life slipped
I'm a caged wounded being
And no longer can I see a seeing
No light to perish the dark
My pain is my everlasting mark
I thought I could see heaven
Oh, how I wish I'm seven
A little kid I no longer am
Wishing I could peacefully watch the sky
And to be a bird and fly
To grow new wings
And run on my legs
Wishing my caged cell door had a key
So I can run away…