The grass wasn't greener. And I.

When I look from this window,I see sadness,

I see content fly away with the clouds.

I see heartbreak and regret in the sunshine,

And my tears fill the sky like the rain.

The song of the lark doesn't touch me,

And the rose in the hedge holds no charm.

The sun and the wind have no meaning.

And I feel nothing in my heart but the pain.



I walked blindly into my own prison.

And I turned the key in the lock.

Only I hold the blame for this sentance.

Will I ever walk free once again?


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Again on leaving my home.

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