| Private Hell I'm locked inside a cold, glass shell The making of my private hell I cannot move, I cannot breathe I weep inside and yearn to leave. I'm locked inside a cold, glass shell I cannot scream, I dare not yell I look around, what do I see? Joy....for everyone but me. I'm locked inside a cold, glass shell How stifling is my tiny cell I tilt my head, I need to hear If danger lurks and is it near? I'm locked inside a cold, glass shell I've been here long, I know it well It's hard, it's brittle and I'm so weak Who'll give me freedom that I seek? |