![]() |
Altered Places
Forced to live in altered places Crushed within, squeezed out graces Dried up soul's enchanted goals I'm on the edge of diamonds or coal
I can barely let myself dream I see them clearly in my screams Screams of silence lockstep life Closing in with sharpened knife
Freedom is a fleeting thought Alone I practice in the dark Within myself I slowly walk Away from all I love
© Paul Viel 2002 |