My Room
Searching for diamonds in a sulphur mine,Leaning on props that are rotten,Hoping for anything, looking for a signThat I am not forgotten.Lost in a labyrinth of future mystery,Tracing my steps, all mistaken,Trusting to everything, praying it can beThat I am not forsaken.
I wait by the door, wonderingWhen you will come and keep me warm.I pray for the end of the night,Hoping the light will still the stormWhich presently betrays me;Helpless sea-monster stranded on the shore,Marooned in an ecstasy of waiting,I yearn, although knowing that I shall dive noMoreIn the tide already racing.
My lungs burst to cry: "FinallyHow could you leave me here to die?I freeze in the chill of this placeWith no friendly face to smile goodbye-How could you let it happen?"
How could you let it happen?Dreams, hopes and promises, fragments out ofTime,All of these things have been spoken;Still you don't understand how it feels when I'mWaiting for them to be broken.