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The Death Of Innocence
The chains biting into my flesh
I try to pull away
How long have I been captive here?
Have I been here for days?
The ground beneath my feet is soft
Not hard like rock or stone
If I'm not in a prison, then,
Why am I not at home?
And then the memories flow back
The abduction, the pain
The threats he whispered in my ear
As my innocence died in the rain
The murder was not physical
But painful it was indeed
you destroyed what I used to be
Now what life should I lead?
Maybe I should have told someone
Everything you did
But, instead, I was ashamed
And so, I ran and hid
The chains bind me unwillingly
To this wall of sorrow
Maybe my mind will set me free
Until then, I'm here each tomorrow...
