This world is my prison
I sit and wait and stare
I have beautiful dangling prisms
That shimmers in lights glare
I watch those pretty crystals
Hanging above my head
I dream of another world
That I’ll go to when I’m dead
I see the wonderful flowers
In a sunny meadow bright
I’ll sit under green bowers
Soaking in the sight
I can’t wait for death to take me
Away from this bloodshot world
I hope fate has heard my plea
Under this branch I am curled
I’ll dream of another life
In another place
I hope it’s a life without strife
Or where I’m seen as a disgrace
I can’t abide this morbid world
Not for another day
I am lost in a netherworld
I need to run and play
This world is my prison
I am sure of it today
I need to fall into the crystal prisms
And leave this life that’s grey
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