• I peer into a broken shell
    and see my home;
    Lonely, empty, and abandoned.
    A fractured window
    allows a beam of light inside;
    Small and never enough.
    My hope is dying.
    I'm sick of lying.
    And I wish i could be hiding
    somewhere
    a little more safe.
    But I promised myself
    I'd never try to
    run away.
    So I stand here
    in my world of dreams.
    And I wait for time to end.