In a place not so far |
In a place not so far from your heart I dwell Within the confines of a cloistered cell. The walls are the secrets I can never tell. The ceiling is fears I can never dispel. The floors are of adamant doubts I can't shake The windows are portraits of all my mistakes. The bed is a crucifix on which I wake, After passing through visions of every heartache. The light of a candle gleams gold in the gloom, Within the environs of my darkened room. This endless Hell, Pandemonium, Seems determined my soul here to quell and consume. Eternally bound in this purgatory Held in this crypt, in this mortuary Hounded by fears, fierce and predatory. Nailed to the cross of a hopeless story. Faith turns to hope, and hope turns to doubt. And so soon I'm questioning what it's about. The things I adored with a reverence devout Were brittle as ice when I tried them all out. Each second as long as a lingering day, Each day dragging on like an endless delay. Every moment I spend adding up in dismay, The dues and the sins I can never repay. In a place not so far from your heart I abide, Behind a façade of spurious pride. Hiding from you the tears that in secret I've cried, Concealing the truth that alone here I died. And I'm living in this place without life and without love. I'm trapped in this land of long forgotten hope. |