In These Halls

In the dark shadows fall
In the dark, in these halls
In my prison
Shadows cast upon these walls.

And the lone mirror
In the room
Shows me not my own reflection
But shows my pain and shows my doom.

For when I look in it
I see
A tired face I’d known so well;
‘Tis not the face it used to be.

For though I smile
My eyes are cold.
Though I am young,
My heart is old.

In this prison I have grown,
Though I so long to be free
For my crimes
I pay the fee.

And here my only company
Is the mirror, what it shows
Though in this setting, here and now,
All it shows are endless woes.

And one day a man will stand
At the door and hold a key;
‘Twill be the key to my release,
Though I don’t know how to be free.

For I haven’t seen the sun
In so I long I can’t recall.
It will blind my deadened eyes,
Leave me numb and set to fall.

But as soon as I adjust,
I shall start my reborn walk
Off into a changing world,
Though it comes as quite a shock.

But ‘till that day I sit and stare
In the mirror just to see
Another person looking back,
For the person isn’t me.

I have changed
In this prison, in these halls,
Where the shadows’ constant dark
Upon my life so thickly falls.

For the better or for worse?
Frankly I still can not say.
Nonetheless I am reborn,
Though will be scarred forth from this day.

From the ashes I will rise
With a new soul by my side;
While some just don a fresh disguise,
I’ll truly stop to turn the tide.

And turn the tide indeed I shall
For my life outside the dark.
When I’m free I dream I shall
Sit and listen to a lark.

But for now the sun is far,
The larks are well away.
I sit in prison, sit and sigh,
Day by day by wretched day.