Years… those troublesome teenage years,
That prison eight floors high...
Where silence feeds on hidden fears,
A candle flickers, shy.
I don’t know when it all will end —
Perhaps some starless night.
But I’m not ready to descend,
Still losing every fight.
The songs that once rang clear and proud —
No voices sing them now.
The trees stand stripped, like souls unbowed,
Like fading dreams somehow.
Those years of youth, so cold, so thin,
That cell above the ground…
Where loneliness and I have been,
With just one flame around.
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I don t know when it all will end
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