Friday, July 27, 2012

A Prisoner's Cry

I haven't seen sunshine
I haven't seen rain
I haven't smelled roses
I'm always in pain.

Not a human face
Have I seen this year
All is very dark,
I live in fear.

The fear of losing
A stable mind
And forgetting a voice
So sweet and kind

The voice which lives
In my heart
'From you,' it says
'I'll never part.'

Oh! When these days
Of bondage will end
My broken heart
Who will mend?