Life, how shall I escape?
Aug 30, 2005 2:27 PM

Prison is not a bed of roses.
And life is a prison.
You're reabilitated for your crime,
Being born in this time.

Can you escape the pain and hurt?
No! You will shout.
When despair makes your bed,
you lay flat, though not dead.

The bondage of sin shackles you down, your heart aches.
You're trapped inside you, and you in life.
How can you feel lonely with people around.
This question will in your head resound.

Can happiness ever last?
You see the frown on my face?
Affected by life sudden changes,
I plunder in disgrace.

Could death be the route by which I escape?
Or, is there another?
I look up, while down on my knees.
To say, "To take this way, must be a breeze."

Hold on, I think I hear voices.
Is it that my mind is going, am i getting mad?
But they are so real!
What you imagine, you will feel.

Then some one told me the same I have heard.
Now this cannot be coincidents.
I make a choice to listen and agree.
To my aww, I now was feeling free.

by Jerome Gratto