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How Can It Be?How can it be that I've not done my time?How Can It Be?
My prison's walls are all the home I've known, Through these long years I've never known my crime, And been behind the bars in here alone. How can it be that I've done naught but lost? My life a repetition of this pain,
And now my heart is bound in icy frost, This loneliness that plagues me is my bane. How can it be that I'm still waiting here, A forlorn sight devoid of any hope, I'm waiting for an ending that I fear, And I'm unsure exactly how I'll cope. How can it be that I have not yet died? I'm only held together by my


CagedAgainst my cage's steely bars I flail, Unmidful of the bruises I receive, Against my long imprisonment I rail, My soul is begging often for reprieve, But in this vile containment I remain, And whilst the bars that hold me stay intact, I'll fight with all my strength against my chain, Until my bold escape I can enact, Eventually one day I shall be free, With no more hesitation, no more fear, And once again the outside world I'll see, free to love all of those that I hold dear, But until that day I shall never rest, Until with freedom I have passed this test.Caged


To Forgive The SelfThe young man hangs his head, And wonders where he erred, All alone his heart had bled, And his voice was never heard, He walowed in self-hate, And he had no self-esteem, His pain would not abate, Until he died it seems, Each night was filled with tears, As he layed awake and cried, Seeking to forgive his fears, But he failed each time he tried, But to end of days his self was marred, Though to forgive he fought so hard.To Forgive The Self


HopeI'm searching for a light to lead me on, When all the other lights have been turned out, When all the hope in life seems to be gone, And yet it is in hope we should not doubt, But can it be enough to trust to hope? It seems that hope has failed me yet again, And put around my neck the hangman's rope, And left me once again to writhe in pain, And can it be enough just to be brave? And soldier on no matter what the cost, Or shall this merely lead us to our grave, As it brings to light all that we have lost, Even if we could hear the angels sing, Sometimes this hope isHope


LonelinessThis painful emptiness, And need for human touch. This deep sad longing - I don't want to need this much.Loneliness
People all around me, To whom I can't reach out. I feel all by myself In a crowd I cannot count.
At least a person's presence Is comforting in some way, But I need someone to care What happens in my day.
Certainly, there are people here, But with them I cannot share. I want a shoulder to cry upon And tell me that they care.


The Game of LoveLove is a game Of tempered words And briefly stolen glances.The Game of Love
It is a game Of hidden hearts And more than hoped for chances.
This is a game That two can play And that is what romance is.


Saying EverythingNot a word was spoken the gentle hush heavy with meaning while the onlookers looked onSaying Everything
And he didn't have to say "I'm sorry" She never had to say "I know" they both stood there saying everything
He never said "I wish I loved you" She didn't say, "I wish you cared." they had no need for words
And as he turned away she didn't say "Come back!" And as she walked away he didn't see the single tear that said "I love you"
And as they went their separate ways Each knew in their heart that though they'd said everything No one said a word.


SidelinesEvery time he makes you cry this feeling between you and I grows stronger. And somehow I cant help but feel that your feelings for him can not be real I cant take it much longer Why do you find shelter in my arms but still fall for his asinine charms? Cant you hear my heart breaking? But most likely its better off this way. What is it youd have me say? As if I could while shaking So it will remain unsaid save all the lies that youve been fed friend to you Ill be. Yet maybe youll see the light, mSidelines
...And are you who I think you are?
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