Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

within their walls I am handcuffed
my heart feels imprisoned
when I share that which my heart speaks
I am chatised by the watchmen
I foolishly ask myself
if there is any point in continuing
but that is what they want
submission
but if my words go unsaid
it could leave another without hope

The watch men do not like to be watced back, so they shut the door in my face , now I am watching them wirh mild amusement.

leafsailors ghost wrote:The watch men do not like to be watced back, so they shut the door in my face , now I am watching them wirh mild amusement.

it is entertaining, isn't it