I sit alone in darkness
Bound and helpless
This is my temporary hell
And no, I don't feel well
Those who wrote history
Are those who took the victory
Something I've always believed
But here's something I never perceived
I write these words
For black sheep without their herds
Trapped in a cycle I cannot condone
Something that cuts me to the bone
Hoping one day to bring them home
An incurable syndrome
They are lost, carried out by the tide
In the ocean, there's plenty of room to hide
But why?
You'll never see the sky
A life surrounded by the abyss
I'm a constant apocalypse
Is this the story you wish to tell?
Something taken so you'll never be well
Get off your feet and on your knees
Pray alone where no one sees
Don't limit your own mind
It may surprise you with what you find.
