A Message Of A Teen-aged Prisoners

I'm locked in a room

With 4 walls staring down at me

Wishing to find a door

That would set me free

I was desprate for a window to see the sun

Or even a moon to remind me

How it first begun



The food was rotten and unrecycled air

Fogotten feelings of nicely brushed hair

And despite all that I had no doubt

That I'm the one you think about

I know I'm with you in every move you make

And that you think of me in every decision you take



Trapped, I can't tell if it's day or night

But I can tell that you're alright

When my heart aches and breaks

I know that it's a sign

That at that moment you're not fine



This teenaged prisoner will soon grow up

To the princess waiting for her prince to show up.