I'm in a bad place, walls with no doors.
The ceilings are low, high are the floors.
No windows at all, to let me see the light.
The outside world, now a forgotten sight.

How did I get here, not sure I even know?
Is there a way out, will a time come to go?
Will I be here forever, I guess time will tell.
Is this a prison, some kind of lonely Hell?

What's outside my walls, a mystery to me?
It could be land, mountains, river or sea.
No clues in sound, as with silence I'm met.
But  the sound of crying is hard to forget.

No bell to ring and for help I cannot call.
So at each other we stare, me and the wall.
So at these walls, I anxiously poke and claw.
And tonight in darkness, I pray some more.