| Thought I was alone |
| . |
| I thought I was alone, |
| lonely I felt, |
| in the dark of my soul, |
| in crowds of faces lit. |
| I sat by myself within doors bolted, |
| it was a self-made hell, a fearful hold. |
| The freedon was mine, |
| but the prison was me. |
| The sun always shone, sweet birds sang, |
| worshippers met peace, church bells rang. |
| The sight was a pleasure, sound a beauty, |
| yet for me it was darkness, silence of speech. |
| My eyes were closed, my ears sealed, |
| life went on but I could not feel. |