At the far end of my journey, i see a man
he looks away with my fate in his hand
i am almost there for i turned twenty six
my young life stolen old for someones sick fix
how free am i, for i am never free
i’m afraid for whereto this pain leads me
in my isolated mute my screams deafens
i can hardly hear my thoughts, as my glass heart shatters
my voice has been blocked by my window’s rain
can a love so titanic endure this much pain?
i am handled in this cage like a human beast
but whom treats with abuse has love the least
where to from here? as the man disapears
will my fate be love for the rest of my years?