I try to take a long,deep breath-
And recognize that burning sensation in my throat.
There's no clean,pure air around-
Only fumes of this thick,black smoke.
The glass house I live in-
Will shatter to pieces..any moment now.
And I'm afraid I'll walk the streets again-
With a bruised heart in tow.
There are no glittering stars above,
When I look into the face of the night.
There's not even a solitary firefly around-
To cast a tiny thread of light.
The walls are closing around fast.
This eternal pool of pitch-blackness-
Is about to engulf me.
And I finally realize that I have to break free.
No longer can I live in this fragile world of lies.
That's why I want to breath again in your abundant skies-
And drench myself in the summer rain.
Only then can I hope to be whole again.