~ Chronic pain and Illness can feel like a
prison, from which there is no escape ~
The morning dawns gray and cold, the wind
Plays a mournful tune, so little hope to cling to
No one to go my bail, locked inside this fleshly
Prison, waiting, for the last tear that hasn't fell
I can pretend for a while, put a fake
Smile on my face, yet beneath my mask
Lives misery, no exit sigh in place, still
Hoping, but the last tear hasn't fell
Silent tremors of an earth quake, took
Root long ago, I strain to run from the
Fault line, but it will not let me go, and
Still l know, the last tear hasn't fell.
