Friday, October 06, 2006

In This Dark Cell

I know not what the angel speaks
Or where must be this place of love
But somewhere hidden deep below,
A light shines through above.

I whisper softly for the light
And hear the faintest call respond
But I am hard upon the stone
This prison will not have me long.

For I will die upon the floor
Deep within this well of fear
And with the aching of my heart
Will call to one who is so dear.

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